Complex clarity
By clarity
As I hold this pen tight,and brace for mind flight.in silence of night,I often ponder life.The who's.The what's.Especially, the whys.Why are we so clouded, by the mask of disguise?Why is the world engulfed in lies?Can we see straight?Is the globe tilted on an angle?Or am I walking sideways,balancing the filtered candle of light?clarity seems greater at night,yet no one can see whats right before them.Why is it that you choose, to see the world, through your reality based cloud of mist,instead seeing only, what you insist persists to exist,when I cant relate at all, or even begin to get the jist?Sometimes I'm convinced its me.I must be the darkhorse,roaming far off course,never charging for fees,but constantly being forced,to pay the cost.And then,I understand just what is at hand.Your eyes are yet to be blessed.Though your years exceed mine,they fall short of the time and eventsthat have passed through my lens,settled in my mind, onto my conciousness.Am I complex?If I wasn't I'd be you.Can you understand, what's important to pursue?If it was easy,I would sit mad cheesey,never a sober moment or a care,watching over it,bound within parameters,not seeing all the damages,and worst of all,though seldom shown,constantly posessed, by fear of the unknown.Instead I choose self,while you search high and low for the wealth,I cant look past the glass,or the quest that starts within.So I begin my path.with my feet on the sand,these thoughts in my mind,and this pen in my hand. -clarity Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 06:25 AM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"As I hold this pen tight,and brace for mind flight.in silence of night,I often ponder life.The who's.The what's.Especially, the whys.Why are we so clouded, by the mask of disguise?Why is the world engulfed in lies?Can we see straight?Is the globe tilted on an angle?Or am I walking sideways,balancing the filtered candle of light?clarity seems greater at night,yet no one can see whats right before them.Why is it that you choose, to see the world, through your reality based cloud of mist,instead seeing only, what you insist persists to exist,when I cant relate at all, or even begin to get the jist?Sometimes I'm convinced its me.I must be the darkhorse,roaming far off course,never charging for fees,but constantly being forced,to pay the cost.And then,I understand just what is at hand.Your eyes are yet to be blessed.Though your years exceed mine,they fall short of the time and eventsthat have passed through my lens,settled in my mind, onto my conciousness.Am I complex?If I wasn't I'd be you.Can you understand, what's important to pursue?If it was easy,I would sit mad cheesey,never a sober moment or a care,watching over it,bound within parameters,not seeing all the damages,and worst of all,though seldom shown,constantly posessed, by fear of the unknown.Instead I choose self,while you search high and low for the wealth,I cant look past the glass,or the quest that starts within.So I begin my path.with my feet on the sand,these thoughts in my mind,and this pen in my hand. -clarity..."