Paper: a "permanent" record of self

Paper: a "permanent" record for self

A page now empty will be full with words of meditation

Are they just merely thoughts framed in one’s own mind?

Could it be the things not seen for all interpretation?

Are here to motivate and instigate the deeper call to find

Human nerves, where to begin ... I am confused already

Are they part of the deeper me or just a reflection of the surface?

Easily influenced, I know ... through ugly, good or pretty

Is that true ... affecting nerves? Is that the only purpose?

Easily stirred and sensitive by outside stimuli

A way to describe it ... but still failing in words

Environment and manners and influenced by feelings

And really do affect us ... never getting bored

Thoughts and imaginations ... where do nerves fit in?

In a world of confusion our ambitions deem to rise

Our constant wheeling dealing on the edge of integrity

Acts like a never-ending delusion for an artificial price

Nerves are you a reflection of the constant failing in me?

Are you the physical conscience which is always under strain?

Bound between contradictions which exist inside of me?

A rope between the fractured parts that Christ loves to mend again.

When you break down and all pours out without civilized obstruction

You dump all observations with interpretations attached to it

Judge and jury reside in you as you pour out your conclusions

Unrestricted for all to hear through depravity’s mire as do it