Monday, November 3, 2008

sword pulled from its sheath

so many different brains
each one with a different perception of the world
everyone is living on the same earth
who can see the truth
who isnt clouded
We wander outside the truth, its stupid
i want to ram a javelin into my head
how can i be lured into this foolishness
we are ants crawling in circles, no focus
we need to be knocked to our senses
when you find the focus
dont stop even when you are content
my life is an arrow, where does it point to
airwaves jet past my head
the motor in my skull has started
can i find enough fuel to keep it running
will i forget where the fuel is