once I close these eyes for the final time I will be forgotten the image of me will fade the words I leave will speak for me like the ones etched in stone upon the grave where I'm laid as the sun cut through trees like a blade and the wind below my name and I turn to smoke in the flame all will be written and made plain whether I go naturally or be slain the mind is all and I never once denied the brain it's crown of glory and victory over society mind f****** me constant struggling to break free of the hold on me finding relief in poetry and the decipherability to possess the power of simplicity and scruples to outwit a army of enemies steps to tread on me waking up is not from sleep upon one's bed waking up is the ability to use one's head all will die all will be dead after all has been said and all has been read and all has been scribed the author and finisher of life will again turn on the light and all will rise up and unify the tribe energize the vibe all will be alive to thrive not struggle to survive