Whenitalktomyself

When walking through glass walls

infinity is present,  

I’ve never seen Heaven  

At least that’s a thought I dare to believe…

I perceive I may be wrong, 

For what subtle song

Strums the guitar of life so easily? 

I feebly make it through day to daybreak

it’s not my mistake, it’s yours... 

Death is a chore, 

But so is Life, 

So you might as well check the box

with every dagger in sight. 

Despite what you think, 

I don’t blink and stay focused, 

It's one moment to change all

before the fall of time &

Nightmares unmask my night blinds! 

Too refined for this craft,

I hated math,

but still, the mind is analytical.

Chess moves in my mind are pivotal,

take advice well,

but be far from critical... 

For there are sins in thine own mirror.

I’ve never seen clearer, 

And if I did,

then you’ d find my soul locked

in this vacant body —

like pirate’ s gold in an abyss. 

My life blinked twice,

I never did…

All I did was look back. 

‘Til I realized by doing so

I restrained myself with mental guillotines  

In exchange for the “right track.” 

I feel like a phantom ghost

phasing through force fields

and seeing beyond the finite. 

To unlock my own creativity all I had to do

was put the pen down and write.