New Perspective in Mind

7-7-12 3:01am

Searching the corners of my mind to find a better way to comprehend the master plan

that falls behind

all the illusions dancing around in front of me

Not knowing which direction to choose,

I continue footloose up ahead

going straight into where the wind directs

Closed eyes only spin my insides

and the buzz is far gone

I don't know if I want it any longer

All is set,

dinner at the table, candles lit with flowers in the middle

I sit back 

as a ghost and 

watch as the wind blows the dim lighting around the room

I cannot sit

I cannot be seen

Instead I am a voyeurist to the lives that entertain

and keep a calm appearance on my face

The dream continues and I study hard

Picking apart my brain of every relative term to engage in typical conversation

Only leading others to stare, process, and walk away from the mind of such a "strange" and 

psycho analytical being.

I promised to cut down the use of the word ****

But as of now, I couldn't give a **** less on what these simpletons portray me as.

My future is held in the palms of my hands, 

and no others.

With that said, I continue to watch as the candles, now half way melted, 

continue to bring a

sense of peace to the cold room,

the room where I am ghost and no one else exists.