Poetry – How Do You Feel?

Step out of it my love,

Come stand with me a minute,

Back to the land of the living,

Where there is no rabbit in a hole,

No hell or heaven to be given,

Only you and your own Soul,

Be you good or you be evil,

It’s the ability to give up control,

And flow like the tides and the seasons..

As to be God – “The metaphor”;

I’m sick of breathing,

Is to spark a chain reaction,

In this Matrix,

By the friction of action,

We’re all on a frequency,

Mirrored distances elicited,

For as long as the 3rd eye can see,

So, which way is it you’ll go?

Will you choose what feels closest to home?

And does your home feel like me?

 

MysticalMotherFucker

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