"The Mission-Statement is tiring."

I'm done with this shit...

I expose my intellect
via transfusion of ideas
into pen and onto paper...

But does anyone lean in
with the ear to hear
what's been whispered
into my, "Silver cord,"
through the, "Eternal Wind,"

Is it because this generatiion
cares not for the Wisdom of
the Ancient Sages and the
Magis who have travelled
by way of, "Transcendental
Meditation," into the
consequences of a future
that has been manufactured
through uncontrolled urges
transpired on a whim

And the endin to them is
laid-out to them like an
schematic-drawing

They take no heed and give
in to the will of their spirit
till its control over them is
indominable

So let's all drink of the chalice
of poison which we choose
but esteem that it either
becomes wings of Ethereal
Bliss or Chains of Darkness
that confines us into an...

Underworld Mist