xxixiimxmvi:

To evoke ones muse

is to use all one can do.

Some believe it childish,

to call upon something outside of us.

People say the world is changing,

I’d have to disagree.

The world will always be the same,

it is we who have changed.

Rearranged, becoming something quite estrange. 

No longer in tuned with reality,

we take things only at face value.

We’ve lost the arts-

all of them.

Thinking.

Living.

Being.

Dark magics and scholarly sciences,

it’s one in the same.

Our dreams became diseases,

our fears became afflictions.

We’ve left our safety in the hands of others,

who would quickly sell us off to hounds.

Would you think it silly our leader

is nothing more then a puppet on a string?

Lifeless he hangs,

limp and useless,

till the master bids his time,

looking for ways to manipulate and CHANGE.

But also don’t think it’s just him,

either a smell jack ass or a simple minded elephant,

both courses lead to the same destination.

Bad news for you.

Bad news for me.

Do the right thing-

Think - For yourself

Live - For yourself

Be ——— YOURSELF