Got a prism in my pocket,
Shining light that I can’t see
Bending thoughts out into colors,
Like a painter’s lucid dream
Sat within
my mental office
Working to be free
From their prison
of a prism
That they used
to programe me!
Some days I feel like screaming
Damn these limitations
Can someone slow my fall?
When I keep looking at the wrong things
And Feel the need to fix them all
I Broke my soul right down in Starbucks
Spending out some big bucks
On their neurotoxic slavesludge
To Stir the thoughts inside my mind
My monkey in the mirror,
Stares his judgement back at me
Knowing anything is possible
When you learn how to believe
Moving through the city,
every brick a different hue,
I take the prism
Split my vision
turn the mundane to a mosaic,
Explore all I see and do.
Find the patterns in the pavement,
chalk myself a new design,
Within every shade and shadow,
I start to draw the silver line
Allow The primate in my mind,
To Jump care free to the trees,
Escape from where my soul was distanced
From all I was taught to be
I hold the prism to my minds eye
The world now starts to change
As I move past old perspectives
Start to look beyond this pain
Beyond my limitations
Beyond waiting to be saved
At times I am now certain
That My life needn’t be this struggle
always spiralling the same
I shine my light into the prism
I choose what returns again
Iam the stranger within a story,
drawn from distant lands,
lessons split and scattered
Beyond the prisms shifting sands
My alter ego moves
in moonlight,
Through tangled threads
and scattered seeds,
The prism In my mind
Showing everything I need
The prism turns reflections,
into ripples
moved beyond
As we pick the stones we throw
Ride the waves we’re surfing on
It shows That each one of us
holds the secrets To enact stories
new realities untold
Born from out our hearts
To create a better world.
