Caught in a spin cycle,
Burning gold bursts out upon our arrival,
we begin again,
as time weaves these stories, embedded and endured,
we can never be quite sure,
Pulled by the tides,
an amnesia that hides,
to us it will never confide.
that this fortress was built upon lies,
shush, please just shut your eyes,
the demise of reality, we are made blind,
night time falls and we are numbed out, okay, getting by, fine,
but just remember that a place to forget and hide,
is a place where misplaced projections reside,
these processes mechanical, like mind numbing opiates and we override,
senses, what is inside.
You will soon find,
if you have the eyes to see,
coupled with a natural curiosity
that forgetting is easy,
it’s the breaking out that require a will to carve our own way,
no matter what they throw in our face,
This game we must refuse to play,
do not feed into it and become prey,
thought and emotion are worth more than gold
choice to blaze through any false promises sold,
the future looks bright,
when you are at one and can through the darkness of the night,
find even one reason to fight,
Faatima