Words of the Soul

a pen to a page with stories to tell if words could paint a picture what object would that picture sell a scribble a scratch a cross a stright line a story a word written in rhymes a search a solution a problem of kinds never in the grasp of hands to find if pages were re-written turning back time would it cause the flow to cease in the mind or would it constrict and tighten the bind if the path to resistance would break down design could you look at the path before you, to see the sign or would you turn away and leave it behind pretending you did'nt see because youre blind it walks through the shadows of the cracks at your feet escaping the sunlight sprawled out on the street it claims sweet victory then asks for defeat devouring the fruits then pursuiing the meat enveloped in coldness exuding heat while the world must stand forcing you to take a seat man makes history and history makes a man when the soul reaches out for the body to stand to live each breath as if it were your last looking to the future but taking note of the past when thoughts seem to stop you must make them resume before the present turns to the past to consume thoughts are important but not a place to dwell to build up a wall to surround you in hell building an ego that soars past towers giving others the key to use your powers to build restraint placed upon your soul for you to understand its yours to control