Strings of Time
Location
The job of a poet
Is what I seek
But it doesn’t feel possible
Hoping for just a peek
A glimpse of what this job entails
As I stumble back and forth
Back and forth
We attempt to push and pull
At the strings of time
Hoping to pause it just this once
Before reality disappears
In this instance
Our dream drop distance
In the amount of distance
We drop into our dreams
We see ourselves
Trying to remember
The good
Trying to forget
The bad
Trying to ignore
The ugly
For all in front of us
Becomes memory
As we lay ourselves
To sleep
We hope dreams do not seep
Into nightmare
Before our wake
But keep us safe
And put in place
A version of happiness
Enough to see the Savior's face
To understand we are no longer in reality
But within the subconscious
Of a religious mentor
The one who forced his
Beliefs on us
Showed us the pseudo
For all around, just like religion is cleaning the brain
Washing till every concept is easy enough for everyone
But for the intense thinker who is viewed as the bad one
Is also the smart one?
And this country makes sense
This is a great country?
When in our national anthem
It states "the land of the free and the home of the brave"
Freedom is only the ideology of the suppressed and exercised by the oppressor
The only brave part to America
Is the few suppressed willing to speak out, willing to take action, knowing the consequences
So let us shut our eyes
Blind ourselves, so things seem right
Drift off into the true land of freedom
Where anything goes
Where no one is
Suppressed or oppressed
Where no brainwashing exist
Just enlightenment
A place where control is in our hands
The plan, to stay here forever or as long as we can
Until reality and the terrors of this world is revealed to us once again