Free-flow

When the signal seems so far away and the answers we seek are not received
When the road followed brings men closer to the past rather than the future

We are lost to reason and start to communicate with doubt
We are appraised by our unbelief and ushered into a house of illusions

The days of truth seem far off and all that sighted are unreasonable facts
The nights of sleepless dreams staying awake but seeing grim sights

How does a baby speak?
How does the blind see?
How does the fish breath air while on the surface?
How do we become children again after we have gotten old ?
How do you see the Big things while Look at the small?
How do we see through a mirror when all we find is a reflection ?
How do we get wisdom from believing simple things ?

To those that hold onto might, but have no agreed might
To those that speak confusion but hear only order

What manner of speech is this ?
What is the direction or message?
What would become of us all?
What is this about?

Show me the end from the beginning
Show me the way to live right
Show me the map of positivity
Show my what we have left and what must be obtained

I have nothing in my mind
My storehouse is empty
My power is exhausted
All I have is a belief and faith
“A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day~Emily Dickinson”

When all of this has been concluded
We would have rest
The days of strangeness show end
How then would the darkness survive the light
To the sadness we , bid it fair well
What more can be gotten from none of this
Show me the everlasting solution
I have nothing more to add, my conclusion is this, and all I have are these words .