Journey of a Blind Soul
The unaligned,
Witnesses to the design
They attribute it not
They do not choose a side!
They acknowledge the creator
Ever thankful for their time,
Seeing through the many rabbit holes
While falling down nein
It is they who see the motion
Living clocks precision fine
It is they who bear the vision
When they reach the heights they climb.
Though the journey may be perilous
The dancing mirrors tumultous
And many madmen have witnessed
Without maintaining their balance
And sentenced they to loneliness;
The path that walks apart
Touches all directly,
Cuts right to the heart
From the top of the tallest pyramid
One sees,
all have the same start.
Walk the way between the mirrors,
See what I have seen.
So many roads end broken
The end of many things.
Choosing wisely one might find
A world in between
These broken, shattered, ashy places
The current path will lead.
This place exists where all forgive
All must make one team!
For all is one and one is plenty
When you have minds like these!
Leave the traps and keep your bait
You earned it, go, be free!
I walk the path of broken glass
Won’t you follow me?
Bring the brooms, the mops, the sponges,
For we have much to clean.
