There it is.. a canvas of choices, demanding set voices
A landscape within you that is expanding with voyages
Life's hourglass - the sand pour ' s in. Wasting away eternity
The path we didn't take slowly defacing the day's certainty
A maze of urgency, a hedge maze without a machete or blade
Slowly blurring the white line between pretend and the fake
When I was born, I was thoughtless. Lost without conscience
Expanding my mind province with the tool I spout thoughts with
A syntax being bred by believers, agnostics, rebels, and kings
All of the soliders, pacisfists, their ideas settled within
sentences cringe, or follow through strongly, due to my foundation
Conflicting concepts - molded how I comprehend sound vibration
Around, these faces, their verbs edit my though process
I reiterate, sadly - my brain is a hopelessly lost hostage
Opposed to my wrong conscience, surrounded by history's facts
Puritans, Jesus, the birth of him, Gahndi, the influences riddle my past
Little relaxed, a new voice takes hold of my choices, decisions
These opinions are infections injected like alloy syringes
In my dominion ..
My own world, where i think, where my race is hopeless
It's not ..
"minds are like parachutes, they only function when they are open"
That wasn't the statement chosen, that's no fact, itsa load of shit
It's minds are like parachutes, they catch the wind and go with it