Searching for wisdom in a sea of lies

Run

I just need a moment
To
Breathe
To take it all in
The void
And the incessant need to fill every single missing piece 
With things 
With places
With thoughts 
So many of them
They run wild 
Each in separate directions
With no destination
No purpose
Or maybe the sole purpose is to overcrowd my brain with so many thoughts 
That I am unable to focus on a single thing
Trouble in the wind
Rain in my step
Steep hills to climb
Did I hand in my essay?
I strategize 
How to clean my home
How to be great at my job
Make time for homework
Make time for your son
Make time for your fiancé 
Work harder
Be softer
Remember healing
Focus
Remember?
Change 
Breathe
Meditate

You are love
Let's try out this ne...

Searching for wisdom in a sea of lies

I have been trying to find myself.

Trying to crack open the codes of my being that I can hardly understand.

I have not located her yet.

I have been awakened to loss

I am confused

I am angry

I drifted across seas

And still did not find myself

I meditated at the holiest temples

But still cannot trust myself

I am a being that I cannot understand

I have been lost for some time now

I've drifted across naked planets to see what loneliness looks like in physical form

I've kissed stars that never caught my name

I've trapped myself into my own prison of a body

Placed a semi-automatic gun around my form

I've dared a bi**h to try me

Who am I becoming?

I do not know myself

At times I feel so alone and confined

So I drift away from this land and into my thoughts

I tell no one

I am solitary

I don't want to be

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STEP ON UP AND SEE US SHUCK AND JIVE, PUSH THAT WATAMELLON  AND FRIED CHICKEN SO FAR DOWN OUR THROATS THAT WE MAY CHOKE. COME ON IN BABY AND LET MAMMY MAKE YA SOME COLLARDS AND PIGS FEET, CUT STRAIGHT FROM THE PIG ON MASSA’S FARM. OL ‘ SAMMY’S DOWN THE STREET WORKIN OUT, FOR THE MAN BE TEACHIN HIM ON HOW TO BECOME A NEW AGE COTTON PICKA. SLOUCH WHEN YOU STAND, DISRESPECT WOMEN FOLK, WEAR YOU PANTS HALF OFF OF YOAND DISECT YOUR OWN CULTURE. BREED EVEN WEAKER MEN AND WOMEN TO FOLLOW IN YA FOOTSTEPS DA’LIN COS WHEN MASSA’S FOOT COME DOWN ON YO NECK YOU SHO NOT TO BREATHE. AND I’LL BE HERE STANDIN IN MY DOORSTEP, SINGING MY TUNE OF I TOLD YA SO, COS YA HAVE TO CONFORM TO BE A NEW AGE COTTON PICKA. KEEP THAT MOUTH WIDE SHUT, YA HEAR? MAKE SURE YOU DO NO THINKIN FOR YOURSELF, BECAUSE WHEN MASSA’S FOOT COME DOWN ON YO NECK YOU SHO NOT TO BREATHE. I MET A MAN ONCE WHO SPOKE HIS MIND; HE WANTED POWER, BUT THE GOOD KIND. HE WA...

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Before you ask me to cheat