Fit To Be Untied

​Love was born into this house of cards

Where no one sees…who is the dealer?

War it tears apart a world so heedless

A lust affair of the unaware


Bound to the chains of time and seasons

‘Round turning…Isn’t “I am” free?


Mind is fit to be untied…It’s leading blindly

Thinking all the while unceasing 

Siding with beliefs of “I”, “me”, “mine”

Crouched hiding…its abhorring silence…feeding

Dining…swallowing your hopes and dreams

Conceiving…


Wood is burning in this old apartment

With dusty stairs…the walls are bleeding

Thoughts are holding up these rafter beams 

The clothes we wear…identities


Disguises swelling all the cemeteries

Never finding the beginning that cannot be seen


Mind is fit to be untied…It’s leading blindly

Thinking all the while unceasing 

Siding with beliefs of “I”, “me”, “mine”

Crouched hiding…its abhorring silence…feeding

Dining…swallowing your hopes and dreams

Conceiving…


Whoever locked the gate keeping us out?

Won’t heavens angels save me?

We keep repeating themes of fear and doubt

What path can end this foul disease?

I lost the key

Can I hitch a ride through the atmosphere?

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