Saturday, April 29, 2006

DID YOU LIE TO ME

I am so tired every part of me just wants to lay down and sleep oh how I weep just to sleep a bit, if only I could trade my food for my sleep then I could eat all day at work and never have to sleep, and I would never fall into a heap just lay down the cobwebs and I still wont weep, why do you work so hard what is it that you really need, and the rest can just be a dream for while you sleep you can have everything you want for free, and that house cant travel with you how many rooms do you need you can only be in one at any one time, is one enough or do you need one for every day then one for all the days you cant sleep, oh how I weep for all you who work all day for no reason but to live a dream you can never live, and why do you need so many different clothes and shoes, why do you want such a big car and house, and so much jewelry, why why why, I don’t understand, what is the point of getting drunk each weekend, do you really want to prevent the present moment from presenting itself to you, if only you could see how much the suffering would disappear and you can see that its your only savior, your only god, don’t be fooled, you have already sold your soul to the advertising companies and you don’t even know it, so so sad, you’ve fallen for their “cool” ads, pop fashion, flashy cars, why waste your time wasting your money, free yourself, travel, just let go of what they have told you, its all based upon their own fears they just want to keep you down because their afraid to be alone, they have to belittle you how else can they control your thoughts, how else can they drain your energy, how else can they feel better, by MAKING YOU FEEL LESS THAN WHAT YOU TRULY ARE INSIDE, but alas I have prayed for you all for years and years and I will never lay down my vigil, I pray for your freedom, I hope you will join me soon, I will never stop praying until you all are free


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