Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The creation of all

I am the nighttime
of your walking

kept in silence
the soul divides

love and sacrifice
rides the line of divine

but whose
yours or mine?

am i inhibited
or undefined

at a loss for worlds
i defy space
with rhyme

it seems like everytime i jump through the looking glass of time and conciousness i find the same. over and over and over again. trapped in a thought of a past that may or may not have happened. Who can tell the witness what is true but you. Fuck comparitive experience. More lies with more time, whose world do i occupy yours or mine.