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Another life or another state of mind
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what is in a song? What emotions?
What makes it rhyme? what makes you tick?
I know what's in my soul but how can I explain it with out just telling you what you want to hear?
I know what's in my soul but its something just out of my grasp.
Would I take the chance if I could live a million years?
Would the sands of time pass and I'd just turn and sigh?
What's in a drug that could find in us what we have lost?
How could I let my self fall to something so far from living?
One day long ago I sat in my room and found peace with out looking.
Once in my life I saw a vision of something no one could comprehend.
I gazed upon it with out denying. How did I force this from my mind?
What is it to give up the freedom of our innocence?
I once held the wonder that any thing was possible and it really was.
How did I get so far from this sight?
So what does it mean to deny without even thinking?
My eyes deceitful, demons of a world I was thrust into.
How do we turn back time?
The folk of old the intellect they were able to hold.
What made us think this was the wrong state of mind?
The height of my current state I am drawn back to when I saw with open eyes, heard as if for the first time.
It was so easy to be pulled into tears by a simple sound.
Should it be so wrong to escape from the world this has become to me?
Should I feel shame for a momentary escape?
A sweet embrace of the love I once so easily could define.
Perhaps another life and another time.
I can again someday feel this way without the confines of a guilty mind.
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This does a great job of dredging up an infinite list of first times that I either regret because they were a bad move or that I regret because there's only ever that first euphoric kick in the ass and then its always downhill after that. That's what I got out of it.
'The height of my current state I am drawn back to when I saw with open eyes, heard as if for the first time.'
Nice introspective/reflective style poem. Good questions too..
I especially liked the line "What's in a drug that could find in us what we have lost?"
I used to think about that alot when I compared smoking to meditating.. The best answer I found was that the drug sedates your lower energies so that all you experience is your own higher energies.. the bliss and peace.. It never actually came from the drug.
The guilt is a tough one.. the only thing that partially took mine away was learning that every drug or addiction is an attempt to rebalance an imbalance that the body already has. The body already needs that specific energy. It's a signal... a call to rebalance and heal that area. It'll keep calling for the temporary fix until it's balanced. It's just how it works.
