Mind-Drop

Just a bunch of words brought out by a catalyst.

Execute the code 

to bring up the 

object of my desire, 

but to no objections is it a mere thing

It bring the sparkle to my eye 

after years of being blind, 

a mere sight to behold

I hold myself, 

prisoner in my own castle, 

chained away to prevent 

the days of darkness from coming again

I beg to you, 

my friend, 

my mere self, 

to accept yourself as you are, 

for we are one and the same

This balance is not to be trifled with, 

or the snake will merely consume itself 

in its own heated passion

Backlashed into past year's trifles, 

merely holding my own actions as a rifle, 

but no bullets of motivation to keep me 

from being mowed down by own illusions

A mere smoke and mirrors 

keeps me in the fog of war, 

looking for the route 

in the middle of the darkness, 

only to find paranoia

The only solace to find 

is the lights around me, 

that guide me ever so slowly 

to my own truth, 

of who I am, 

was, 

and will be, 

by my own creation

All I need is a single light 

to join me on my journey 

through my own mind, 

if it would be so kind

So dim realness 

would be brought back 

to a bright fantasy sprialing around me, 

but fantasies no more

The white wall stands in my path, 

with a single door, 

and as I hold the key, 

I know not what do with it

The simplest options 

are the toughest decisions, 

cause you know not what awaits you beyond that door

And as that future 

pours down into your very soul, 

you only hope you have the heart 

to bear the darkness

- Jerisson DeLaCruz, 6-30-13