I've been in my head a lot lately, just letting the thoughts drift along the waves of my consciousness.
Letting myself feel the way the flow chooses.
More than anything I can feel myself isolating, becoming a slave to my awakened mind.
I see people,
and I analyze each segment under a microscope, revitalizing every morsel.
Torturing oneself in the venture to what I feared and blacked out.
I am learning that I've been for some time charging in while running out.
Scapegoats only temporarily veer you from the inevitable.
There are reflections in the mirrors of time,
Essentially our stages lie in a house of mirrors each version of yourself staring back at you…
You can never find the you you want to be without fully facing all you ever were.
Forgetting seems like a good idea,
but to forget is in all actuality to delay healing.
Something always holds you to the past when you're trying to move on.
I hear voices mocking me,
Insisting that I'm still wrapped in the troubles and means of survival that almost cost me myself.
We can not put our demons up on a shelf and acknowledge them,
remember them and start a new if we're always defined by the previous chapter.
We are all simply stumbling and tripping over our choices to reach an eventual goal.
It's all about a price in mind…
what you're willing to pay to reach a peak,
who and what you're willing to lose to get something.
The worst thing to lose for anything else is yourself.
There is nothing in this world worth not recognizing your own soul when it stares back at you from the mirror.