The Oracle's Glass
they will all try to say they told you everything you needed to know about being who you are.. you smile and nod so as not offend, wondering how anyone inspired could ever think that true wisdom comes from one's own mouth.
its all so disappointing sometimes. everyone wants a piece. everyone wants to be the root of all things sought after by the general public.
pride takes you to a lonely place. theft of credit takes you even further into the desert. watch yourself now. don't go stumbling into my keep with disrespect..................................................
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The clarity is shocking, sometimes frightening.
I wonder sometimes about all those long nights tripping alone..
If you fall into a rabbit hole, and no one is there to hear you scream, do you scream at all?
I hold my tongue, so as not to crush them all.
They break so easily, I take the stride of a bull in a china shop so naturally..
Let go, hold back, let go, hold back, let go?
Let go, throw it all further down the hole, memory in tow;
sold the old one - spent the money on regret, some arrows and a bow,
a divine crime or two - now I'm saving up for a new soul..
or something greater that could possibly make me feel whole.Do you remember leaping through the gate in the forest?
The brambles were like a chinese fingertrap.
All became clear..
Relax, and all obstacles disappear.I wait for the week's end. I don't work a nine to five,
but I feel a time of beautiful changes on the rise..
A stitch in nine saves time, so they say,
but they don't spend every waking moment of the day,
on company time, I do, and business is good at the core it's true.
Every time I strike I'm keeping score, through and through.
Balances are a weak witness, a pendulum swings to cut the chaf,
and the harvest yeilds more with the dead weight of minimal thickness.
I accept my role as the strongest one -
though it means I must be doubted by those closest to me -
and shudder at the fear running up and down my spine..
Fear that's just waiting to be overcome by music, stirred into a white noise frenzy,
and then gone the way of dinosaurs, gods, and philosophy:
Dead at the hands of some kind of brutal and beautiful primal part of me.video inprov ~ Nashville show.:
