Wednesday, May 26, 2021

No Borders

I was created either by idea or accident

It does not matter which

Either way I was placed upon a field and given no direction

Yet those other creations have told me which way to go

They've put up roads and fences

Borders of defenses 

All the while the field upon which we play has no boundary

Only make believe signs and invisible lines

Shelters of death where you can take your last breath

I just listen to the lies they were told

And realize I don't hate them or respect them

It's just the way it is

A field with long roads littered with illusions of success and failure

I will wander off this path into the wilderness and lose myself to find my elusive dreams

They may have expanded beyond my reach, but maybe that's the point

Is to become one's dream and exist in its infinite