In thought again
Beneath cumulus decisions
As I make my way past fields
And a content destructive, stunning.
Somewhere amongst these paths
Wonder whether dreams
Unconsciously peppered with regret
And a longing for completion
A full circle of strength,
And a balance,
Which in my age I've come to learn
Come only with dialogue.
A sharing of knowledge
In preparation of futures uncertain
With that persistent factor
And a fact it only favors those whom prepare
Run head-first into it
Knowing they cannot conquer,
But can become palatable manipulators.
Behind closed doors
Full of history
An understanding of foundations placed
And before that
Yet still before them
And the steady destruction brought
By others who've mastered the manipulation
Of the collective mind.
As in language and dialogue
And the fact you cannot change your skin
However you can your tone
And actions which communicate a thirst
Beyond sidewalks and trappings
Masqueraded as freedoms
I remember when he said
'understand and always be aware of your surroundings'
For once you truly see where you are
You will certainly understand where it is you want to go
And how to get there
Avoiding the obstacles bound to be placed in your path
Leading to dialogues
And desires to never perpetrate those things