Prying Open the Mind

A poem describing my own personal bartering for heavenly ascension.

Through dark blinders

I can see some light

As my eyes adjust to the air

I humbly bathe in the fright

Do I feel what I do?

Do I see with second sight?

Do I peel the wallpaper off?

As I stumble into the night

Dare do I walk on the board

One that can be easily ignored

Being on the inside of the cord

Do I easily make myself bored?

Or can I adjust to the new horizon

As splinters echo through my mind

Can I absolve the insecure traces

Of riding out the spiral on my time

Can I do what I intend to do

Without any available parts

Or should I rearrange my attitude

Coming down to writing from the heart

Do I just shut myself off from the noises

By impeccable drowning out voices

Or can I bring myself out of the madness

Out of sad solitude from the vastness

Do I read aloud the pillar of aching dawn

Or recognize my sanity that’s far too gone

Or do I drag myself around the corner end

Do I find myself just acting out another trend

Or should I place myself up high

Above all the second hand rest

Do I transcend immortals without contend

Cause I know, humbly, that I’m not the best