To be true to our version of real, we must first dip our toes into our experiments on pain.
Sometimes with sorrow;
Not knowing the outcome.
always fixating on the image that pays no gain
Until, one day life throws the strike across our path
Forcing us to just be.
Can we muster the might to find the strength within?
to pick up the pieces till we then,
endure our biggest fears through fearing… yes, fearing the happy moments that pass us by.
life happens when we are busy
Busy debating the plans to get our sick fixation.
Will we stop? look and see?
The real moments,
That make us close our eyes and breathe 1…2..3…
or will we stay blind to the doubt in ourselves as we endure to torture
Do you see?
Stripping the facade is an experiment with pain in itself
launching us forward producing a curve
throwing our lives into chaos
Seeing this brings us joy
This beautiful chaos
It throws us into an endless ploy
Until our mental state feels…
until it sets on the thrills
While we begin to unhinge..
Little by little we crouch down further into a cringe
We happily continue this painful binge
Are we to hurt ourselves so willingly.
Until we scream and yell, “Will this help me?”
Throwing away our instincts to please the possibility
Ripping us into a deeper tone
Oh yes! A beautiful chaos is what we deal with. Indeed!
Feel it bubble up filling our lungs keeping from breathing fresh
In this beautiful chaos we begin to feel the depth.