Adages Pt. 3 (The Hierophant)
I can see the web of lies around me
Constructed by the spider in my heart
Just a manipulator
Playing its games with my life
I promised myself
As only a fool can
That there could be a safe haven
Calm within the eye of the storm
When it was only a trap
Set so perfectly on me
By myself
The ignorance of the world has always astounded me
Confounded me
Even as I ignored it in myself
Just felt the need
To find my own way
In a life that was never too kind
To the stranger
To me
I don’t know why it is always spinning
Think I’ve created this hell
In the image of a world left behind
Just another contradiction
Another manipulation
Another one of my lies
I made myself so cold
That I forgot to be angry
For what everyone did to me
Forgot to be forgiving
And to look the other way
Now I’m just a nothing
Forgotten to all
The opposite of what I needed
Or ever wanted
I am ready for the change
I am ready for the knowledge
Black turns to grey
My blue skin to red
As I shout and scream
A realization
A new found adage
Of how it could have been
“I never needed the light of a sun
To guide me on my way
Never needed a hope
To feel that I’m okay
I don’t need to rhyme
To impress the people
Who’ll just waste my time
I can go my own direction
To any place that I desire”
A hierophant is blooming
With no hope there is hope
And no need for a following
Just a contradiction and a knowing
Tomorrow will be
As always
Another day
The shift in the world around me
As drastic as black to white
Day to night
Reflected sunlight
As the moon makes itself known to me
And all the contradictions coming into focus
Becoming the world in which we all live
We feed on each others lies
And create our own
If only to fool ourselves
Into a state of relative bliss
Into a joke
We’re playing on ourselves
I don’t want the sun
And its insistent heat
I don’t need the clouds
Or the people that I see
Wandering around like dazed puppets
Numbed on the drugs of old
I just want to go my own way
And to question what we know
The moon in all its mystery
Its quiet grace
Greets and bids me fair tidings
Hoping that something will treat me well
A lone friend in a world
Full of followers and beggars
Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions
And this moon smiles
Gives a nod of approval
It can see me
Breaking out from behind my clouds
And shining into the world
A second sun
A light guiding my own way
Copyright © Adam Greene | Year Posted 2007
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