Look around to find it
Over here, perhaps there
Vast like the Ocean
Ever growing and shrinking
Isn’t it powerful
So soft and mercurial
Peer out over it
And take it in
Into your soul
Now let it go
Look around to find it
Over here, perhaps there
Vast like the Ocean
Ever growing and shrinking
Isn’t it powerful
So soft and mercurial
Peer out over it
And take it in
Into your soul
Now let it go
“Do you know what the definition of insanity is Joseph?” the voice said, in an almost soothing tone, “It’s trying the same thing over and over, expecting different results.”
“It is in fact one of the most remarkable traits of the human race. We just don’t know when to give up.” The voice said, moving to the far left corner of the room; away from the near limp body secured to a wooden chair, under a single flickering bulb. And as the dark figure from which it exuded stood there, silent for a moment, Joe felt like the room was empty. And for one brief moment he was alone. But sadly only for a moment. “Surely by now you see that you can end this pain Joseph. Just tell me what I want to hear.”
I see things that aren’t there Amidst the shadows
Hidden within your very stare There is light
You may not see For those who are ready
Past your own hair To stand and fight
But I see those things Never falter, never shake
That aren’t there For your very soul’s sake
Madmen speaking heresies But never easy
That’s what they called those that did see Is the road
The things that were It is full of hardships
But couldn’t be Stocked with woes
Just because But if you are strong, you’ll succeed
Their minds were free And reap reward for the blood you bleed
An outsider, maybe, to some Open up
Is what, perhaps, you will become Your fastened eyes
If you refuse And see the truth
To keep mum In its demise
In front of doubters Twisted by those that were to protect it
Who, your way, come But in its name, they went and wrecked it
But this is the price we pay Break away
To see not what is, but what may Their shackles and chains
To say we saw And we shall build
That glorious day From what remains
When none were blind A new hope. A new world
To the sun’s rays Where black and white, is a lot less blurred
And thought sometimes I may be scared Only you
To face those who cannot bare And I remain
To see one To fight this fight
Whose sight is rare So we must train
I am free The day comes, and it comes fast
So I do not care When we will be, free at last
In a portrait in negative space
Amidst an image hidden in nothing
Behind the veil where eyes do not venture
And perception ends it’s reign
Past human understanding
Beyond history and time
Before all that was
And after all that shall be
Never known
Never to be heard or seen or felt
That’s where
I think my bloody keys are