Undone

And above all else, we have lost our way in life.
As we know it, life has become a mirror that shatters very slowly.
I measured this by the seconds, and the speed of my own breath.
Because my heart races when I try to outrun my own judgment.
But still, it is the very nature of these things, that has become natural.
The sun, the moon, the air, temperature.
All; so very natural.
We are only natural and we live in the most simplest of terms.
We control our power and suffocate our wisdom.
Our lives are meaningless, when they could be endless.
All of this time, wasted, in the shortness of breaths.
Wasted in every question and of every lie.
And the truth is always so far off.
I can't fight the waves that aren't coming.
But I could sing a song.
Sing a song that only I will hear.
Sing a song of the heavens.
Sing a song of truths.
No other person will listen to that song and I don't care to show it.
Because, what I believe and always will believe, will always be the best of me.
I am no better. Just a man with a heart who only tries to use his mind in the most naturalist form.
I have wasted my time, most of the time, trying to uncover the arts of my soul.
I wanted to prove to the world, that I had the secrets that every one was looking for.
Now I sit and watch as the world spins.
Spinning in the direction that it is suppose to spin in.
The very nature of this world, the purpose of true control.
All of this, as I sit here trying to feel the world spin. Yet, I cannot help but laugh.
Because anything that is real, doesn't tell you that it's real.
You have to figure it out on your own and trust it.
Believe true to yourself and stay that way.
So when the time comes and you die on your own.
The most personal thing you will ever feel, is the understanding of your own ways.
My God, when you die, that will be the greatest of gifts you will ever receive.
A death of complete, truths and readiness for whatever will come next.
I still sit and watch but most of all, I wait.