skyrider777
12-05-2007, 05:15 PM
Living withinn the walls of a make believe city,
nothing real, all is made in one's mind, out of focus,
that which we see, we in fact see not, for fear of pain,
a world of limits we bestow upon ourselves, with no exit in sight.
Hoping against hope we will awaken to a day of beauty,
this make believe city offers no hope of escape, forever bonded,
a city in which one must not speak aloud his longing for joy,
a world without love, unbearable pain, placed upon unwilling backs.
Forbidden to speak of that we desire, lest the walls come tumbling down,
our hopes dashed upon rocks of ignorance of our own making,
unable to look life in the face, unable to look at our own doing,
around each corner lies another trap of illusion in thier minds.
A city where all hold the same fears, driven deeply into the mind,
walking upon shifting sand, unstable beneath the foot, they weep.
Hope a thing that no longer exists, for those lost in this city,
darkness all around thier heads, blindness falls upon the mind.
Standing at a locked door, they are frozen in time, thier minds blank,
hoping against hope, fearful of that which may be on the other side,
hands shaking in fear of that which they do not see, eyes closed,
seeking a place of no thoughts, having no fears of that which may be.
How can a city of fear be overcome by those with fearful minds?
minds seeking that which they know not, no peace within thier hearts,
no plan of escape from that horrid place, this terrible city of doom,
no avenue of escape for the wretched and, the tortured ones.
A flicker of light appears briefly, then dies away, as have so many others,
trapped here for all time, unable to comprehend the picture they see,
sinking ever deeper into the streets of mire, a stench assaults thier nostrils,
a hapless people hoping for a way out, a way out that exists not.
nothing real, all is made in one's mind, out of focus,
that which we see, we in fact see not, for fear of pain,
a world of limits we bestow upon ourselves, with no exit in sight.
Hoping against hope we will awaken to a day of beauty,
this make believe city offers no hope of escape, forever bonded,
a city in which one must not speak aloud his longing for joy,
a world without love, unbearable pain, placed upon unwilling backs.
Forbidden to speak of that we desire, lest the walls come tumbling down,
our hopes dashed upon rocks of ignorance of our own making,
unable to look life in the face, unable to look at our own doing,
around each corner lies another trap of illusion in thier minds.
A city where all hold the same fears, driven deeply into the mind,
walking upon shifting sand, unstable beneath the foot, they weep.
Hope a thing that no longer exists, for those lost in this city,
darkness all around thier heads, blindness falls upon the mind.
Standing at a locked door, they are frozen in time, thier minds blank,
hoping against hope, fearful of that which may be on the other side,
hands shaking in fear of that which they do not see, eyes closed,
seeking a place of no thoughts, having no fears of that which may be.
How can a city of fear be overcome by those with fearful minds?
minds seeking that which they know not, no peace within thier hearts,
no plan of escape from that horrid place, this terrible city of doom,
no avenue of escape for the wretched and, the tortured ones.
A flicker of light appears briefly, then dies away, as have so many others,
trapped here for all time, unable to comprehend the picture they see,
sinking ever deeper into the streets of mire, a stench assaults thier nostrils,
a hapless people hoping for a way out, a way out that exists not.