The Enemy

I was driving home.
Describing instinct can be inane.
My gut; a terminology of instinct
My gut communicated a rocket of consciousness
coming to the front line of my unadulterated spirit.

It became one of my brightest days.
It was overcast and night.
This planet has a strange knack,
subtly letting you know its here.
I was finally awake.

With being awake I was now lost.
I knew the road, not a matter of location.
It was a matter of duration.
I have had moments of gold alongside empty loads
I let go of the reigns, to study the codes.

Circle Three is here.
What could I say to the future i used to fear?
We are here for the get down.
Your equations cannot appraise us.
To be a master you must loose desire,
become disciplined immaculately.
Your mission is an enigma.
You can define it, you can shape it.
Is it not inevitable to become,
what you were going to become,
all along?
Get lost. Find out. Be scared. Feel all things.
Reject all to construct new.
Keep the door swinging.
Someone plotted against us, against our most powerful enemy.

OURSELVES.

Give up the limitations.
The construct only seems real;
so do dreams;
so do hallucinations;
ASSIMILATE AND DESTROY KIDDOS.