Born in a river village
Do not ask me as if I do not know
You see that it is resounding
And I know that it shows
What makes me stick out like a sore thumb
In the village makes me at home
When I breathe in that fresh air
The feeling like nothing I’ve ever known
This is where I’m home grown
This is where I belong
The place I’ve been searching for and I have always longed for
Unreal the way it unfolds
Pinching myself every step of the way
Definitely like a dream world that has me under sway
I fell so hard
I felt a rush in my head
And I have not recovered since
Ever since that fateful day
My mind is spaced out and in a haze
I can not seem to think straight
My senses in an apathetic state
It was not a lovely thing
A prisoner can grow to identify with her captor
Or sometimes even love him
In this case a parting you would think would be a blessing
… is instead a double bind.. double edged sword in it’s rendering
More than an afterthought
Or an option #C
This vessel will not end me
Even if you do not see it for me
It is my own responsibility
To repel that which does not suit me
That which does not complement
The organic and spiritual substance
Which is upheld
No time to waste
With low vibrational energies
Out to vamp my spirtual harmony
I shan’t be unbalanced needlessly
No love
No care
There is nothing here to call my own
Not even an after glow
From the delusional fantasy reality
Refaced to pretty up
Yet underneath still not enough
To quench the thirst
Not even one cup of water for you
You know what you do..
Building empty houses with no foundation
Glass houses.. full to the brim with boxes of rocks
We just tiptoe around this shadow landscape
Hoping for a spiritual escape
So far away with no one around for quite a while
Shadows of individuals
Specters of beings
Spiritless vessels drifting listlessly
Yet no warmth
No lively look in the eye
No shoulder to cry on
No smile
No laugh
No care
So eventually you question…
Is anyone even there?
And everyone just glares
