According to Time

According to Time

The pendulum swings
According to time

The bells in my head ring
According to time

The cage builds up around me
According to time

The lock clicks shut
According to time

Hanging from the inside walls of the cage
Is a schedule
A false sense of control
A checklist meant to make me believe
I will outlast the cage

According to time
I could never outlast the cage

Inspired Uninspiring

Inspired Uninspiring

If I had to
I'd always be true
But you haven't made it to me yet

So instead I try
Do my best not to lie
But here I am again, fooling myself

Truth is
There is
No guarantee
That out there
Your walking down a road
That will lead you to me

Truth is
There is
A real chance
That our two paths
Will not cross
Or, worse yet, they already have
And will not again

How did we miss it?
If it already happened
If we already met one another
How did it not happen
Between us?

This skip in my rhythm
The missing beat
I know it's you

But it's my heart
My rhythm to change
I think...

I don't know
Truth is
There is
A very good chance
I just really don't know

How am I supposed to be inspired
By wisdom I can't comprehend?
How am I supposed to write from the heart
When I don't know how it works?

Just about every time
I write about this
I feel as if I'm paraphrasing
Putting my rhythmic spin
On wisdom that has never been mine

I listen, research, and synthesize
I cite my sources, show them appreciation,
And I keep myself open to further lessons

I am the one who catalogs
What he doesn't know

I am the one who observes
What he doesn't have

I am the one that stands a leader
Better suited to be a follower

I am the one who will keep writing
In regards to what he doesn't understand

Journey

Journey

You said you found me
You lied

You said you saw me
You lied

You said you'd bring me back
You lied

The truth is
Your eyes are closed
To what I am
And can become

And no,
No you did not see
What you wanted to see
Some warped version of me
To fit your reality

You saw nothing
With your closed eyes
Your mechanical heart
And your need for my conformity

I need not your welcome
To this world
Because it does not belong
To the blind

It also does not belong
To the widest of open eyes

It belongs to no one
And it always has
And will forever

Reality is ours within which
To exist
Not to recreate
Not to splinter
But to choose

We are not the pathmakers
We are the pathfinders

Green

Green

Empty tears flow
From eyes without strength

A cycle repeats
And with each passing
Takes another piece

Logic would claim
That only so many pieces
Can be taken
Before there are no more

Logic is right
Logic is wrong

There is a finite supply
Of pieces of strength
Of will
Of fight

Fight against
Fight for
The fight

The fight to take back
What was only ever meant
To be yours