mirrors

its often he finds himself wondering through the stairwells of thought 
shadows of past fears jump off the dim lit walls
urging him to stop
it's the only few moments
 he's able to forget the struggle 
escape the storm in which hopelessness poors down
diminishing him to another puddle 
this is when the moment of clarity would prove useful  
instead of being detained by selfishness
keeping friends from being truthful 
the energy needed to be productive has long since been deserted 
occupied by the pain hes use to without it he'd be worthless
 inclined to marry his alter ego
 Whos tearing the strands of fabric keeping him from sanity
watertowers filled with hope are drained just like the place he's abandoning 
 it's not  The fact that  it's himself that he hates 
its more like every kid just like him blessed with the talent going to waste he searches for the piece of himself needed to let him see his qplace 
where acceptance abounds 
and originality is a requirement for admittance 
you see it's not even the belief in the unknown that strengthens it's existence 

tell him

  what hes supposed to believe in  theologically or attemp to  play a role in society  
and all this mental aggravation has killed his sobriety
 so why is he so perplexed at the thought of wearing a muzzle 
because his friends have turned back making him self more humble
 he steps as lightly as a child in its infancy
 and asfree as the man who is afraid to 

Use wrong references to keep from coming down with the worlds pestilence confusing mans law for definites  
in a new Sauga when Obama writes his own New Testament 
and it seems like every day feels like another year 
trying to ascertain the conundrum of purpose in life it's greatly revered 
but not by himself it's as if his eyes are pipelines
pumping pain and hurt from every section of the world where it's release awaits
from tear ducts flooding down his restless face
hes emotionally  reconstructed inside of the inner sanctum of his creativity
where hes only limited by his own lack of mental imagery
underestimated by the crouds of ties and suits
getting hungry for change before he becomes desitute
the needle occupied a coping mechanism or at least thats his best excuse
but everyone gets weary if your searching for the truth
not readily available in a world where we idolize violence and immorality
but another junkie overdosing is a accepted casuality 
if you never inteded to listen, why bother to ask me?
waiting for the chance to point your nose while you pass me