"Reality" scars the mind like the earthly mountains.
We stand to face neither as a foe.
But to stand against ourselves
Is a different feat altogether.
Just as children count to ten with the fingers,
With the toes to twenty,
We stand not knowing what comes afterward.
That genuine appeal of the unknown
Breeds mans curiosity and drives the
Static through our heads.
Pulsing heart.
Breathing lungs.
Humanity is the most complex.
Afraid of change for no legit reason,
Frantic for change when things turn sour and spoils.
Perspective is the fulcrum of power.
Tip her this way,
Tip her that way.
When will she fall?
We all played the game,
"Shh don't tell."
But right up there next to
"I pinky promise."
and
"My lips are sealed."
Sometimes all you can do is
"Cross your heart, hope to die, stick a needle in your eye?"
"Yes....Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."
