Pathways
Ever-present desire to succeed and challenge,
Fragments of time hang on the nervous door hinge,
In the skies there is a fiery orange,
In the brain, in the mood, in the path,
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Consequential change of the integrated feeling,
Brings a far-fetched mood that sends me reeling,
Enduring trance set by the cosmic dealing,
Just from proof, of a move, in the path,
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In the rising travel to find what dreams yield,
Synchronicity is uplifting, (a plain thing)
In the vast expanse of this energy field,
The ground is ever-shifting:
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Shifting shapes in the rain, rising up to the sky,
Misty memory reflects all that you think,
And I think if I fall I will surely:
Dive deeper, into this massive mental landscape,
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Border dreams, real as rock,
Where’s the path?
Gridlock,
Shaking heads, shaking thoughts,
Can’t get through gridlock
Gridlock
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Saturate the idol with a figment of power,
And you will find a fate-changing flower,
Iridescent lights in the sixty-watt shower,
Creating strength, in the groove, in the path,
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Confirmation of an intriguing notion,
Visions that lure an unreal emotion,
Diligent work spent on devotion,
Such a waste, fail to cross, to a new path,
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In minute thoughts we process and explore,
Infinite possibilities passing,
With immaculate balance I reach for the door,
But still I find myself grasping:
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Grasping leaves as I run, as fast as I am free,
Factual forest, reflects all that you think,
And I think if I fall I will surely
Dive deeper, into these firmly grounded beliefs,
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Waking dreams, real as rock
There’s the path:
Gridlock,
Shaking hands – shake in shock,
Must get through:
Gridlock,
Peace of mind from lucid talk,
Flowing through
Gridlock
Gridlock.
Porous mind,
MacroMichael 