An Empty Soul
An empty soul
I have seen insane and I have found the route back to sanity;
The only thing that could ever hold me down,
Was my own apathy and gravity.
But as I rise above, as I rise once more,
I see my future in my own hands as I am every possibility.
I can have it all.
I can move the stars when I have a guide to lead me;
I can change a heart in the middle of a scream.
I can intake a thought and show it to you like a movie,
Because I have found my higher purpose;
I have awoken from the dream.
I am Neo and Peter Pan; a monster mind aplenty.
I have seen the ghosts of love walking throughout every cemetery.
I have cast out my demons into the books I have written
And all my intentions are turning into actions; it is elementary.
Fix a thought on a diamond and you will see through eagle eyes,
That the wisp of me that roams at night can no longer be despised;
For I am simply a mortal in disguise, hidden away inside a locket.
I am a warrior mind on the inside, but all you see of me is my shadow.
All you can do is view me with scorn
And every feeling I have you will mock it.
That image of me you have is but a figment of your minds creation;
As you stumble through life intoxicated,
Your soul is permanently on vacation.
I live here in the surreal world observing you and all you do
And I am secure inside my own station.
Consider a change as my words begin to fade from all memory;
Your yesterday is still today, your tomorrow to you is unseen
And unknown, but I am all seeing, so I am alone.
I am so happy in misery,
Because who would want you to tell them how to live?
I am my own nightmare. I am haunted by my twist of fate,
But at the end of this life, my ideas will remain.
Peace, love and empathy is a simple wish,
But it will be all I have left, in the end, to give.
When I have stolen a heart and I am a Prince among thieves;
I will be watching, waiting and writing your future inside the tea leaves.
I have foretold you and I have already predicted your future;
I have said it, I have read it; I am your messenger.
The voice of reason in a place without lines;
The tired and the heart broken have been forsaken by time.
We are without a destiny,
Because we never created it in the first place.
In the end all we are is empty of ideals,
Ideas and a way to find our own way.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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