I've pushed it before, the factory reset button. I've forgotten. It's a strange web this ego weaves. It helps you forget the things you've seen. It helps you believe the things you believe.
Metamorphosis of the soul Spirit, all that you are, light under your feet A button erasing it all Becoming who I thought I could never be Now I just have to find... My factory...
I've seen it's walls my self in side it, a mere reflection a blink, oh wait, it is mine it's perfect, myself perfectly part of I'm plugged in but to where? The inside of a mind or something of the sort
Quandary for wondering The corridors of the mind Each row to your sides never truly different. A look around the corner, Stay back! To catch of glimpse of consciousness' gears. You can never go back.
Walking aroun naked makes you crazy? Damn I've been insane most of my adult life. I don't bother myself with clothes, when I'm all alone, my naked throne Interesting concept opening interesting doors. Thinking just outside the perpetual human box but close enough to pierce the veil... Seeing it all from the inside, viewpoint warped in the name of knowing. Revelations give way to proclamations.
wake up tied down lost again voices faces so so so sick of this dream how did i get here again how much is missing this time im never going back they cant make me live it all again woken up tied down lost again forgot is too small a word for my lack of memories yet there are things things which stay with me things i have never touched the hardest question i face how do i know that i am not still tied to that bed not still lost "i wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show but im waiting in this cell because i have to know have to know have i been guilty all this time"-pf
I can't leave now Were just getting started I left my soul in there So I can't leave now I beg and I plead and they reluctantly comply They lead back to my space, and I walk inside with a serene face. I go inside, retrieve my soul. Acts like these are why I'm still sane. They almost pressed the button, wiping my slate blank, but before they could reset... I loaded my last save
Moving too fast Afraid to accept my small world becomes bigger I do not want it to yet I need to change things I need to let go I need to move slowly go with the flow but i hold myself back have always done this i know i must change feel the crossroads beckoning me where i've been before taking a step into forever changing everything This or that, this and that, this IS that. Why be afraid to get the help that will help? Why not accept that things can be other? Perhaps I have lived this way too long have set in my ways Perhaps this life has nothing more to offer me so little in it same day after days not ready for more Don't think i am saying that this won't take place i just need to find the right way to embrace something that doesn't exist 'til it does I know you can tell me things that make sense logical, practical but you are there and i am here and only i experience me i need to know the paradox that stops me as I seem to ensure that which will, isn't that which could, won't I must be inside it does not make sense I need to walk, be alone, change perspective let all this go for a bit I will get there
Seperation But I'm all that I can, to me I just am I seek to find this button, but my humanity is scared for me
Mutually passive Expecting the feeling of separation But if I can't understand seperation Then how can I see it? Until I can, I simply am
fuck this! i am fed up with accepting i want to fucking fight! just stand them there before me bring them all at once or just a few at a time if the problem didnt keep turning out to be me i may have had it beat long the fuck ago no no no fuck accepting it this life conspire against me it knows i like my roads ruff my trails less travailed it has teased me with visions shown me things i may never hold fuck what may be how much of that longed for future has ever been attained wasted time planing for some moment which may never come all the while this moment ...right fucking now....wasted again.... i miss building scaffolds.... everyday smoking weed 200ft in the air..... building and climbing .....more like fun than work everyday of coarse i liked that too much...so like so much eventually it had to go away.... there are bits of this life i have never touched.....which i would give almost anything just to sit beside.....
Though I like to accept things, I have always been a bit confused on some things. Do I accept that I must fight what everything is trying to make me become? Do I accept that I want to fight? Do I accept that fighting acceptance is what I'm supposed to accept? Can I accept not accepting what I am to accept? Or, do I accept that I make all of that which is?