Just an idea, maybe I'll have a few more before I'm all done.. |
- A Stream of Mind- by Keaton Foster Conscious Most Of the time Alive Less Of the time Wondering Pondering What is What if Are there any Is there many Reason God’s gift Then why Oh why Does it Can it Feel like Live like A curse Upon this soul Upon these bones A stream of mind A tedious idea Burning Inside my chest Clawing At the back Of my soulless eyes Leaving me in pain Offering me shame How come Why not Can’t I just be Like all of them All of you A lemming Upon a cliff Looking down As if the fall Would be a gift When in fact It would not The weight Around our neck An impediment Of the very end I so often detest If God is a king They are we You and not me Knights in his army Or fools within His proximity Am I a jester The funny man When no one Is laughing Am I meant Without meaning Suppose to entertain Cannon fodder For the ages To come I’ve been here With you And therefore All by myself Just A stream of mind Indeed A piece of me My heart My ideas Brutal are these fears Here upon the page Beyond any grave I might be mortal A faltering being On the downside Of his existence But these words Will live on Will be my song Wisdom for the ages A point of reference Within nothingness Consistently congruent All matters Of form and shape All ideas Of wisdom and knowledge Intercept Collide Unwind from this mind A billion words With one meaning One dark lining In a sky of blue In this world And a wilderness Lacking in truth I detest myself But greater Is my disgust For what I see And what I know I see people Lemmings Unwilling to question Form Flow And meaning Just accepting What they are given Never dare asking Is there more To the idea More thought A stream of mind An idealistic prison Some would say Of my own making But not I… A Stream of Mind Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016/2017. |