Yourself

You decide if I wrote this the way I planned because my friend "I just don't know."

There's a weakening of the membranes and there's a narrowing of the flow
a softening of the tissues and a hardening of the walls
there's the bargaining of the reasoning and a balance of the soul
and there's the shortening of the foresight with the grip and the foothold
A lessening of comprehension against the changes of the view
the shifting patterns of the culture, the compromise, exchange in law.

As once you strayed along the common theme.
in modern light you flourished well
Now more learned, less fear of decisions
and more confident, conflicts with trend of now,
the modern stain, the easy path

Inside us all there's realm within a deepness, and to some a vent into ones self.
to most there is a suffering amongst the fears of ones own true pssion, and the fear of what we are.
to most there seems a another choice. it is to hide  along the flow
take majority and follow as others do and in the safety of the mass expose no self.

This works well during the forming years, it helps to receive it all in dose
as you learn, as you develop more self decide then it's time to grow.
That's where your strength is needed most.

Most will never make the choice to choose, instead they melt into as one as one form of self.
I see it as the blindness mist of society, those following nothing, still they follow nothings that follow none.
Media, the plans, the culturistic scenes, the icons, the trends, the short bursts that never lasts long.
The stepping stones that fade as you pass from one to one.
The excuse of only following, the lack of expression of what's within,
no  point be made, no count, no vote.

The blood still pumping in its full force, the walls struggling now not to burst.
The self confliction in heart, a shadow and a glimpse of the illusion that has taken hold now of your very soul.

Now the time as passed, no time to turn back now.
Quietly you dwell in what you've still got left.
No answers there, you know now the only choice now is to embrace yourself or "lack of self as I call it"
Defend it as you will, as you have to, it is all that's left..

Hope the rest are as blind as you, if so they will never notice the nothing you became,
That lack of you that you called your expressed life.
That vague form that you called YOURSELF!

Author's Note

I won't preview this before posting it and I won't change it once it's up. If I failed then I failed again, the point is I tried and that's all you get.

You decide if I wrote this the way I planned because my friend "I just don't know."