Note To Self
Note To Self
Traversing the shattered meadow of my mind brings peace and demons
Uplifting melodies carries the soul gently through the air
Whilst machines tear the skin from bone again and again
Violent fantasies of love and triumph wage war in the void
Between my ears, struggling for dominance
But letting such emotions run vividly free allows me
The smooth contemplation to move on in life
There is a balance ever changing, working the world,
If you do not accept it be crushed by the mighty waves of destiny
As we shape each other and the world we live in, we are like ants of a colony
To think that one is supremely unique is arrogance, but so is to say one is not at all
So we constantly ride the rails in between chaos and structure
Feeling out our own beliefs and realizations to make sense of the world around us
How else can we cope and manage with the joys and sorrows of loved ones,
If not to sometimes fill in the blanks
But does that make us selfish and wrong?
To label things and change facts to suit our lifestyles?
Or is it truly in the nature of the beast, are we not to be punished
Because of our ignorance but allowed to grow?
Why is so much in life definite but inexpiable?
Perhaps for someones amusement...