mikros kosmos
Posted: June 22nd, 2014, 4:27 pm
(to myself)
as the whirlwinds of time... churn your seas of space,
where is the hurry... to reach the places you are going,
has the matter of some reality... got you on the move,
blindly racing along... just to keep your wheels rolling,
little world, with all of your... courageous perspectives,
your contagious methods of reason... are ever-growing,
yet, behind those cool eyes... the icy truth is in sight,
an intangible sign, from the abstract arena of knowing~
it's a fine line between choosing, or being the chosen,
but luckily, it's a wondrous world... for a crash-landing,
so keep your hopes up high... but keep your head down,
life happens here... despite the chaos of understanding,
but little world... dissatisfaction is your only guarantee,
perhaps it's just another theory... you've been buying,
beyond the paths unknown, beyond the wilds... of being,
lie infinite destinations... but none are reached by trying~
and if ever there was a secret, it's still quite well hidden,
answers are scarce... but questions seem never-ending,
the ruse has been broken, and there's too much to know,
(I would choose to forget it... and continue pretending),
all may be as one... but know, the one is made of many,
and know, little world, you are that one... still resisting,
there's no second guess... beyond the point of no return,
the eternal you... and everything too, are still coexisting~
you can demand a front row seat... to your own demise,
if that's when you plan to put aside... all your crusading,
the loss of time is all it costs... in having to sell the self,
but that which serves purpose... requires no persuading,
wash the writing off the wall... words are to blame for all,
that symbiotic love affair... is pure failure, in the making,
little one, the time is now... to give deception its farewell,
relax and enjoy the voyage... you've always been taking~
wgs/6/14
as the whirlwinds of time... churn your seas of space,
where is the hurry... to reach the places you are going,
has the matter of some reality... got you on the move,
blindly racing along... just to keep your wheels rolling,
little world, with all of your... courageous perspectives,
your contagious methods of reason... are ever-growing,
yet, behind those cool eyes... the icy truth is in sight,
an intangible sign, from the abstract arena of knowing~
it's a fine line between choosing, or being the chosen,
but luckily, it's a wondrous world... for a crash-landing,
so keep your hopes up high... but keep your head down,
life happens here... despite the chaos of understanding,
but little world... dissatisfaction is your only guarantee,
perhaps it's just another theory... you've been buying,
beyond the paths unknown, beyond the wilds... of being,
lie infinite destinations... but none are reached by trying~
and if ever there was a secret, it's still quite well hidden,
answers are scarce... but questions seem never-ending,
the ruse has been broken, and there's too much to know,
(I would choose to forget it... and continue pretending),
all may be as one... but know, the one is made of many,
and know, little world, you are that one... still resisting,
there's no second guess... beyond the point of no return,
the eternal you... and everything too, are still coexisting~
you can demand a front row seat... to your own demise,
if that's when you plan to put aside... all your crusading,
the loss of time is all it costs... in having to sell the self,
but that which serves purpose... requires no persuading,
wash the writing off the wall... words are to blame for all,
that symbiotic love affair... is pure failure, in the making,
little one, the time is now... to give deception its farewell,
relax and enjoy the voyage... you've always been taking~
wgs/6/14
