Bound

The silence screams, begging to be deciphered with the exploratory provocation of intellectual superiority

Seeking acceptance, thrashing feverishly for understanding, afraid of the informed sentimentality that lurks above

Trying to stay amidst the wavering line of societal and aesthetic acceptance

Only to stand complacent as the eschewing memory fades into and objective dissolution, pricking the senses with an absolution of horror, allowing the thoughts that encompasses our mind to hone their dull blades of sophistication

Thus spewing their revolutionary ramblings and eclectic knowledge in a demeaning bravado of simplistic cliché’s

Forcing the select to shut us out with a brash catharsis of self-gratification

Shattering any window to the sublime

Prohibiting our spiritual journey to venture any further

Pounding us with a constant insurgence of intolerable hypocrisy, forcing complacency to seep inward, refracting the truth

Upstaging the utter objectivity of the soul

Now the devastating ironic abandonment trickles rapidly, forcing us to rage against humanity

Instantly we become frozen in the stare of terror, deliberately fracturing our thought process so that we no longer navigate the mountains of mystery that had stemmed from our pre-destined biases

The infusion of utter chaos has begun to crawl into the crevices of our creativity

Dissipating the minds limits and encompassing our mystic wanderings

Until suddenly the dawns morning darkness breaks, and our eyes are filled vibrantly with blindness

So now what lies before us are merely shadows of our re-shapen destiny

Hence rebellion becomes simply a perpetrator of sarcasm

The inner “Pursuit of Happiness” becomes nothing more than an island for the cultural elite

Descending into a muck of demagogic verse, never to escape the grasp of normalcy

Sequestering our pain, obscuring our knowledge

Now those that venture behind us on the transparent path of absolution are greeted

 with the same devastating irony

Awake…Only to Sleep