I listen to sounds, melodies and whispers
Vapors are sent to me wafting off remnants
Left for purpose of transporting states of reason
Achieving a new amalgamation of sights in seeing
Choosing to assume that reality is a form of achieving
Discounting the feeling of knowing my own answers
Looking out my window to graze upon horizons believing
No better than yesterdays views as today mimics mystery
So I follow thru to see hues confirmed in massing morning dew
Steeped and Dripping in feeling my reality is as I see it
Confronted by differences in seizing is how the night comes dark
Also fits are the causes of why I can’t see a point in such matter
So I attach to the roof of insisting on what must be shared reality
Stunted from the fight for right leaving others adept in perceiving
As my fear materializes in manifestations of cold wisps held true in light
Yet mind still adjusts to my sight in galvanizing such mental plight
Wishing for the invite of light to clear the way in circular pathways
Glints of light continually shines in points juxtaposed to my line of view
Forces of shadow aspects my night and strike in my days for reasons in season
Held up against Black Holes that are shared in training of thoughts
Devoid is such a vast abyss….so much so that much is left or missed
Causes of all fright is standing on the belief of opposites of heart are right
Yet truth is in the very nature of simplicity but yet truth is rarely duplicated
Except in matters of nature and in all its flora and fauna contradict equations
Leaving me swaying in following thru on what my ego assigns as meaning
For even time slips away……..revealing what is fleeting but always fidelity…
What is 2b?
Is it the sound of Me?
Is it the rhythms assigned to divine Melodies?
What could that mean of the whispers that lead and often silently Speak?
I listen to the sounds, melodies and whispers but even such manifests
Cannot totally allow me 2b Free….as it was close to beginning, so it will
Be important to discern the vein of spirit I choose to let in……..