But, who I am isn’t what I’ve been. And what I’ve become is not like them.
A lot of the world jauntily plays in their dance. This dance I know of far too well.
For, I was like them; Once, all-knowing and full of profound wisdom and might.
And now... I might not know anything more than what I thought I knew then was nothing at all.
Was it really real or was I caught, dizzily dancing in a circular charade of a fanciful facade... Wondering nothing on a deeper level of why I had become so entangled in my ritualistic religiosity.
And for no better explanation than this: It’s just who I am and have been for all my life.
A lot of the world jauntily plays in their dance. This dance I know of far too well.
For, I was like them; Once, all-knowing and full of profound wisdom and might.
And now... I might not know anything more than what I thought I knew then was nothing at all.
Was it really real or was I caught, dizzily dancing in a circular charade of a fanciful facade... Wondering nothing on a deeper level of why I had become so entangled in my ritualistic religiosity.
And for no better explanation than this: It’s just who I am and have been for all my life.
It was cozy in the familiarity of my warm, mellow cave that I gladly dwelled in. And I guarded it with my life... to the death!
For my ways were greater and farther than those of others.
What had settled upon my mind, unknowingly, was that my ways were right and the only way to be.
What a fool’s paradise I had participated in during my younger days.
For my ways were greater and farther than those of others.
What had settled upon my mind, unknowingly, was that my ways were right and the only way to be.
What a fool’s paradise I had participated in during my younger days.
But, now I know I can’t grow in its habitat, for my eyes are awakening to a new need:
A ravenous craving that begs for me to know and experience the accurate and authentic and more genuine truths of my existence.
A ravenous craving that begs for me to know and experience the accurate and authentic and more genuine truths of my existence.
This searching that calls me to accountability, positions my identity in a damaging view for all society to glare and mock at.
I am forced to decide my destiny: Am I “in” or am I “out”?
I am forced to decide my destiny: Am I “in” or am I “out”?
“Out” doesn’t reward with prizing exclusiveness and trendiness of a subculture subscription.
“Out” is counterculture and more than deviation of our set of rules.
“Out” is social suicide, yet, with no rescue from the humility and shame that the death of a physical one would ensure.
“Out” is being pegged into the corner of an eternal checkmate, where the game plays over and over and over again.
And with every evil stare and pointing finger of judgement, the survival for self worth becomes a diminishing famine as you try to hang on for the confidence you once could exude.
“Out” is counterculture and more than deviation of our set of rules.
“Out” is social suicide, yet, with no rescue from the humility and shame that the death of a physical one would ensure.
“Out” is being pegged into the corner of an eternal checkmate, where the game plays over and over and over again.
And with every evil stare and pointing finger of judgement, the survival for self worth becomes a diminishing famine as you try to hang on for the confidence you once could exude.
