Awoken

Once again...

I've walked through a windy wayward path
after all I've been through; sometimes it feels like...
I walk alone in the aftermath of the overlords wrath
to come back around too this little farming town... 
I walk alone, I live like tomorrow will be the last...
I'm not afraid of that much, I work hard for the weekend...
I live like nothing in this world can break me down 
yet I know, yes I know without knowing...
after all I've seen nothing really phases me anymore!

I'm not the persecution alienated God complex
yet I see from the eye of the tornado
life seemed too spin around in a vortex
I always wanted too keep life simple
yet life doesn't always go as we intended

I'm not the stigma of this small town
I am the valleys and the rolling hills
still in time, wandering around aimlessly
wondering about life and the unknown 
as life just simply goes the way it goes 
a trial and error... is all I've ever known

I linger around here and somewhere out there...
somewhere between reality and allusion
too be one of the divine, is too be or not too be
the truth flows between reason and faith...
I am a mind body and soul with the heart of a free-spirit
someone always feels like we're running out of time
when we have all the time in the world
running against the clock, in need of a reason for a rhyme

I can go in-depth in the starlight, I am rooted 
while reaching for the sunlight at  dawn, rustling in the trees
I am the lightning crashing, lighting up the night sky 
I am the gusty winds of a storm, it happens so naturally  
yet still in time, in a cool calm misty morning breeze...
I am howling under the crimson moon full of life

I know all the lies the world invents
not focused on that...
too much or not enough of this or that  
less is more,
yet not quite enough it seems
nothing in this world
is ever truly free
yet the best things in life are free

all this compromising for a conflict resolution
contemplating various ideas for a concrete solution
the truth can not be reckoned with, as for natural forces
I am my own creation, a figment of my own self-image...
with guidance from various unknown sources
life can make me or break me, it's all on me...

A beautiful war? 
there is no beauty in war...
...all for nothing and nothing for all...
yet she was right... in the end, it is beautiful...
...I will save the last dance for the richest in soil...

all I ask of you... is too not be afraid
too believe in me as I believe in you
too be as you are...  

I'm not keeping track of every breath I take
count your blessings always and forevermore...
from one life too the next I will always strive
for those moments that take my breath away
Wake up in the morning grateful to be alive?
 
changes are needed wherever I go
I am here too inform and transform
when we simply let everyone be as they are
what will be will be, as it is meant too be
you just be you and let me be me
I am as free with you as you are with me

too love one self is too simply love thyself
all these folks waiting too go too a better place
instead we can make this world a better space
too forgive one self is too forgive the world
pay no mind too dogma, we can't deny the truth
when love means more than words, the silence says it all

need not say no more, nor say much less...