hands tightly wrapped around each thought
breathless they shoot
thru to gaps in space and time
wanting to build their own little worlds
their own little kingdom
but I falter
and I slow the pace
scratching at my face to stop the pain
the strain of my eyes against this light
is enough to blind
and yet I stagger still
to the bottom of the hill
where the stream is cool and refreshing
I am tested and I am wrestling my demons
hiding in my dreaming
wearing the masks of my past
and glaring at the mirror till they see me...
these thoughts, named and unamed
and tamed to be
alive in the mould of society
burbling and bubbling insanity
rapidly spilling over me
I watch them crawl and sprawl out
beneath the flame of my name
placing the blame and facing the game
I wonder at their majesty
this arrow born not from sin but from life
experience from within
to beget
to forget the plea's of the diseased
and shelter the soul of the leper
we are all the same here
we are all in the tear that falls further each day
from the eye that seems to look the other way
my moments, too often, are spent in wonder
at the thunder of destruction
played out with our lives
till each day fades into the grey of the pain
to create that which I feel and know is real
but cannot make into form
born from me like a prayer with wings and halo
and smiling I can lay low
and take it in stride
I must mould this map from the inside
no time left to hide
the time has come to decide
where the thoughts will go
what form they will take
as I let them gently flow
and I sit back in faith
knowing each will take its place
to become the world
in which I will face
the depth of
my own
soul.