Having surrounded ones self in the pursuit of dreams
We now find one or 2 engulfed in smoke.
Engulfed. Inflamed. Enraged.
Faceless adversaries "lie" in wait.
Dark shadows trace the deep Vallee.
Dark energies follow.
Lines of morality are drawn.
Some less clear then others.
Even when the clues are laid out in plain sight.
images just out of focus.
what are we seeing?
What are we believing?
Zombie like states give rise.
Lost in a prism.
A kaleidoscope of color, shapes, and sound.
Some give comfort.
Some just seek comfort in the comfortable.
With these comforts and a high perch,
you may not see clearly how uncomfortably comfortable some are.
Tempted from the shadows it's easy to turn left.
With bags on shoulders.
the heavy head,
the heavy hand.
A high price on low value.
Even the most valuable can lose self worth when down and out.
With this noted you may not see much change.
The lines lose musicality.
A muse ceases to muse.
However the vigilant candle flame burns bright.
A steady hand in an unsteady race.
With one eye over the shoulder and the other on the road.
This feels like touch and go.
Maybe a heart gets touched then it's time to go.
Even with that it's hard not to be touchy feely.
seems easier for others to show hate over love.
Maybe if hate is all you feel it comes easier then love.
With a heart full of daggers we move.
Still little is moving.
Or maybe everything is moving And I just can't tell the difference.