Beyond our vision

 
I journey through the faded thought
of minds confused and tangled.
Where belief and wisdom fought
to see the other mangled.

I sought to feel you branching out
Our spirits are perceived.
To think you know what life's about
as souls are not conceived.

I sense you deeply rooted down
designs beyond our vision.
I shake my brain and track the ground
to taste your indecision.

I can't deny I'm troubled most
your mystery is seeded.
I'm talking daily to the ghost
of family that I needed.

I'm treading through the darkest wood
their skeletons are looming.
Where your dreams and free will stood
of whispers loud and dooming.

I suffer in this boiling pot
of twisted minds confined.
I'll cut you down and clear the lot
to make way for the blind.