X-Faktor
Bluelighter
I wrote this last night, just a bit of free association I guess, but it's written in 6 syllable lines. I thought it was kinda cool, lemme know what ya think =-)
Running away, free will
in my pocket burning
with the choices for the
future. I look away
into a blackened void
littered with dusty specks
of light and find no solace
only summer solstice.
realizing my path
is painted in that sky,
that tale told of puppets
dangling from strings, I
dance to the tune of our
marionetted songs
helping to create this
illusion, adding more
to the confusion, not
content anymore to
fashion these icons of
conformity. It's time
time to escape, rebel
I pull, and I fight and
the strings have set me free
broken from my wrists and
torn from my ankles, feed
my visions of free will.
Brush in hand, sky as my
canvas, I now paint those
stars, those pieces of my
future. I've removed the
prism to reveal the wisdom
no longer stuck inside
the schism of the great
and misleading vision.
Running away, free will
in my pocket burning
with the choices for the
future. I look away
into a blackened void
littered with dusty specks
of light and find no solace
only summer solstice.
realizing my path
is painted in that sky,
that tale told of puppets
dangling from strings, I
dance to the tune of our
marionetted songs
helping to create this
illusion, adding more
to the confusion, not
content anymore to
fashion these icons of
conformity. It's time
time to escape, rebel
I pull, and I fight and
the strings have set me free
broken from my wrists and
torn from my ankles, feed
my visions of free will.
Brush in hand, sky as my
canvas, I now paint those
stars, those pieces of my
future. I've removed the
prism to reveal the wisdom
no longer stuck inside
the schism of the great
and misleading vision.
