to be alive
to walk, to breathe
the cool fall air laden with humidity
stimulating
sea-creatures we were
crawled upon the land
now we stand
on the Edge of Time, itself
Time enfolds upon itself
affording us a rare view
challenged we are
to hold on, clutch old dogma
or to swing free
allowing what will be to be
such is the rarity of our time
tho many cannot perceive
deaf, dumb and blind
so called "leaders"
revering the known
fearing the unknown
'tis up to us, ourselves
to usher in the new
the practicality of which is in one's thots
so as you perceive, so shall it be
kinda leaves it up to you and me
only thoz who can see
can bring about what is to be
what do you see?
follow neither men of old
or deceivers of today
In your Heart lies a clear road map
of The Way
No comments:
Post a Comment