thelemurgod

Child of Samhain

You always live for the forest
and never for the trees
you always want to be spoonfed life
whether it be from the pipe, the pill, the sadness
or the dream

You complain about chains
that you've shackled upon yourself
you argue about lies
when you have seen the truth for yourself

You hide behind insecurities,
false intuition, self-slavery,
abandonment.
Ideals you've lost to your own idealistic sense of self.
Have you no mercy for your own mind?
Have you no love for your own heart?

You claim your independance
while you follow the crowd.
You claim to want freedom
but stand silent and still when the
door is opened for you.
your only set back is your own contradiction in living.

Your road less travelled
is the circular, spiralling
path of paradox
You so often find yourself lost in darkness
only because you always stand with your back to the light.

Where is that poet?
where is that dreamer?
where is that intellectual?
where is that seer?
where is that artist?
where is that believer?
where is that warrior?
What now stands before me is nothing
more then a self-deciever....