The system

it means what you want it to mean.

Do you really know what I'm saying?

Or is my voice like a broken record that just keeps playing?

Is this a delusion of mass confusion of my reality intertwining with insanity?

Or does Life's mirror hold more than a reflected vanity?

(hah) as they say: all is not what it seems and seemingly what all is not.

is it our own minds to comtort our thinking to being

slaves to ourselves?

or is it a control of the mind that lurks and hides within the shells

of the secrecy within the secrecy within the secret places of

where none of us lay people have gone?

do you follow me?

do you hear me?

do you see me?

can you find me?

do you speak me?

do you read me?

can you feel me?

Confined, dumfounded, illiterate, unknowing

time flowing,

 ignorantly born in to the slavery of the system

the mind, the spirit, the time

the when will we? how can we?

do we ever want to know how to

break the ignorance and bust it open

like a pomegranite hit with a sledgehammer on a hot summer day, bursting with the juice to quench the thirst of the thirsty?

Ones, we thirst and not know we thirst...

we starve not knowing we have already eaten...

the time... the spirit... the mind of the system...

SO MUCH TO SAY, SO LITTLE TO BE HEARD...

but do us all a favor, and focus on these words:

THE TIME, THE SPIRIT, THE MIND

                                 OF THE SYSTEM.