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The Struggle Within
Sitting in a room with no lights, no windows, being all alone in this moment in time,your heart races,as you can hear your heart beat,inner self mind indulging thoughts corrupt the mind,trapping you,playing mind games with riddle quenching thirst. Searching for your way out with a devastation,appealing sense of confusion in a mirrored portrait of a lost soul looking to be re-born.
Our mind becomes like the highway with different lanes, intersections and exits,our thoughts is the traffic that channels different patterns,consuming energy that unbiased by the truth at hand. Mysteriously vaguing, atmosphere, sensing this new touch of reality that surges throughout our system.
Painful negligence surrounds the border of positive versus negative recognition.
Time by time , minute by minute,different thoughts with different backgrounds coil us up in a self designated process of deliberation and survival.
This process called the circle of confusion.
deepening thoughts enter the mind, floating scenery, images within of a self clone symetrically imposed conquers us. Inclination of sorrow and a thought of joy eventually surfacing occurs.
When the tie that binds gets too tight, just sit back and relax, feel the air fill out your system,feel every breath of air come out invisibly recreating a new form of critical and analytical thinking comes out.
What a relief that air is now coming out, our highway of recollections become smaller,consecrating in sub divisional form. Sorting out the good and bad altogether.
Eventually lanes, come smaller, and are less narrowed.
two lanes are now formed,one line is bad thoughts thou other is good.
Fantasy only comes out when you can experience them both at the same time.
Fantasies get to be lived out when two people from different approaches in life get intertwined
and understand the statements and facts of this whole mind,body,spirit that will ressurect this
entombed soul with the chosen one.
People what do you think about this poem eh?
Sitting in a room with no lights, no windows, being all alone in this moment in time,your heart races,as you can hear your heart beat,inner self mind indulging thoughts corrupt the mind,trapping you,playing mind games with riddle quenching thirst. Searching for your way out with a devastation,appealing sense of confusion in a mirrored portrait of a lost soul looking to be re-born.
Our mind becomes like the highway with different lanes, intersections and exits,our thoughts is the traffic that channels different patterns,consuming energy that unbiased by the truth at hand. Mysteriously vaguing, atmosphere, sensing this new touch of reality that surges throughout our system.
Painful negligence surrounds the border of positive versus negative recognition.
Time by time , minute by minute,different thoughts with different backgrounds coil us up in a self designated process of deliberation and survival.
This process called the circle of confusion.
deepening thoughts enter the mind, floating scenery, images within of a self clone symetrically imposed conquers us. Inclination of sorrow and a thought of joy eventually surfacing occurs.
When the tie that binds gets too tight, just sit back and relax, feel the air fill out your system,feel every breath of air come out invisibly recreating a new form of critical and analytical thinking comes out.
What a relief that air is now coming out, our highway of recollections become smaller,consecrating in sub divisional form. Sorting out the good and bad altogether.
Eventually lanes, come smaller, and are less narrowed.
two lanes are now formed,one line is bad thoughts thou other is good.
Fantasy only comes out when you can experience them both at the same time.
Fantasies get to be lived out when two people from different approaches in life get intertwined
and understand the statements and facts of this whole mind,body,spirit that will ressurect this
entombed soul with the chosen one.
People what do you think about this poem eh?