Tomb of a heart that seeks triumph

Feeling cynical, nostalgic and at least vaguely bitter...with a sense of *yay i won**confetti tears* Bleh.

They think as they will---

Shaped by  what we show them

Knowing only as we let them

Seeing only these eyes...

It is when they start seeing what we've shown them

What we have pushed on their feeble minds

The shapes we created

And allowed for them to name

Shapes that may haunt or delight

True or false

Jubilee or misery...

It is only when they start thinking on the knowledge we produced for them

Shoved at them

Presented peril and plight

Giving the seeds for ideas yet to come

It is only when they look into a water glass and see a smile

When they see an emblazoned eye leering and see humour

When the world comes to their eyes as we have described it to them

...It is only then that we hear the sickening thump of victory.

Only once the initial wandering through weavings has past

Orienting themselves in the changed pattern of life we drew out to them

Finding their minds finally grip into the subtly luscious falsity

Gently or forcibly tossed over their heads

Only after a time of re-centering

and periods of rest and unrest

It is when we can actually see the culmination of our garble

When the doors are closed and peeping eyes seek cracks in shutters

and yet find only darkness there.....

It is only then that we hear strains of music only dreamers know

And only we can understand its melody

Author's Note

This was written in a state I cannot describe, with a back-story I couldn't tell you. But if its good could you let me know?