I hate this break in my head
I’m up late again
Just waiting for karmic fate to relate to this police state
The gate of intuition is not locked to the veiled eyes
I got pie in the sky expectations
But then I see her with him
Taste leads to desire
Then satiation then its over
On to her next desire
The divine light of love dies when we give up and tell ourselves, “Why even try?”
Is it virtuous to consume our lives in self-absorbed sloth?
Dante’s Master warned us not to drift away like smoke in the air, in this dark and frightening Eighth Ring of Hell.
What a joke
Choking on the smog every morning,
Hollow untouchable phantoms of society and family all around me,
Natureless concrete walls in the reflections of almost everyone’s eyes
Wake up for your sake
The plague of ego has become a new age health fad,
The melodramatic and insincere will be the last guards on the watch towers here,
Play this new societal game with me so you and I can laugh at ourselves, and lie about truth, while the children we were fade away.
Confucius said that we should not be concerned if we have no place in this world,
We should be concerned if we can not fit into a place in this world,
And for this moment, we all belong here.
Or do we?