forfila
01-05-2007, 06:18 PM
There goes my childhood.
now its Distorted dreams.
Looking through different eyes now every time I see.
a view of all i have witnessed is now a forced a perspective provided for me.
From once the bliss of ignorance and restraint, to riding the turbulent wake of my conscience as it undertakes a metamorphic change of states.
A theatrical reality detachment, seems now to be the routes of my reactions.
The moment of acceptance, is acknowledgment that
all gifted and packaged innocence is merely a spiritual setup for this souls capture in it's essence.
Leaving us scratching for it's remnants, having us resembling a slave or being perceived as a peasant.
Do we fight to fit inside a collective denial.
or are we coincided in inadvertently destroying each child.
now its Distorted dreams.
Looking through different eyes now every time I see.
a view of all i have witnessed is now a forced a perspective provided for me.
From once the bliss of ignorance and restraint, to riding the turbulent wake of my conscience as it undertakes a metamorphic change of states.
A theatrical reality detachment, seems now to be the routes of my reactions.
The moment of acceptance, is acknowledgment that
all gifted and packaged innocence is merely a spiritual setup for this souls capture in it's essence.
Leaving us scratching for it's remnants, having us resembling a slave or being perceived as a peasant.
Do we fight to fit inside a collective denial.
or are we coincided in inadvertently destroying each child.