We make mistakes
When we miss the purpose of the choices we make;
Not a wrongdoing or evil or a lie in itself
But the feeling of confusing truth
Makes for alot of distress.
Cause words often come and try to express
Such deep, subtle truth we can barely guess;

The source of that feeling or of what we go through
Has roots much, much deeper
Than what we’re used to dig through.
Like Suns radiating far away planets with life
Our Souls blossom outwards creating this being
Of many shades and of sides
Which collide in sharp angles with the beings of others
And we try to express ,utter words, but we’d rather
Keep silent cause the more we converge towards something
It’s harder to make sense of ourselves and see further.
And we wonder what’s the point of all this
And of speaking the truth
When all we get is the rush of release
‘Till we’re full of it more and we feel we’ve breakthrough
But we just spill our guts and surround from all sides
With these walls made of words that mix up into lies

And it’s love and it’s good and it’s truth
And it hurts ,we don’t run but we think that we should
Cause it stinks laying there all that time, all those phrases
They degrade and pollute just like plastic
But we’re caught in this stasis of just being what we mean
And regret anytime others fail to live up the same feeling
These toxic tears corrode on each other the walls of our being
Everytime we cannot but just live the way that we are
Without strife, without forcibly changing and being called a liar
For not wanting to hurt others, end up living in fear
Sleepless nights all the time cause we hurt when we hear
Of ourselves not mirroring all the light and the love
That unfolds both below and above
And I’m angry cause the pressure is real
If I say that you’re ugly , it’s because
You’re just used to the same cause you see through your rear
Just like I have to bear all the pain of this blindness
Even tho I’m a seer
So we make to each other compliments that reach further
Than we’re willing to go
Getting lost every step if not walking togheter
In the shit that we do
It becomes a way to let go ,to do it tomorrow
If today we say no, but we want to just go
Far from all of this killing that takes place in our ego
Torn apart and rebuilt like a toy made of lego
Day to day cause the love that we share
Seems to have it’s own ego
And it grows on itself and it feeds of this plastic
Every time that we argue cause it feels so fantastic
Making us breathing shallow , loosing purpose
And scope of the things that were basic
That should work and results should be there
Too much feeling , instead, makes us find it else where
Even tho it is there, in these changes so subtle
It takes years to surface ,it takes moments to rumble
Cause we’re taught all this nonsense
Of making it happen today, not tomorrow
cause who cares about growing
We just push gmo’s to keep feeding
these desires of ours as we’re sinking
Into all of these books that we’re reading
About now and the present and the need to believe
In a bullshit that has worked since forever
It needs not to be sold and released
Everytime we get lost through this myst
Of just finding that bliss and of being so awesome
We just read and we talk and we think that we know
But we still miss each other and fall down below
Where our Soul show us causes we missed
Which explode in effects everytime when we kiss
But who cares if it hurts, we just want more of it
Cause there ain’t no soft roads ,at the end
What we want, we are bound to receive it.
How it comes in what shape and what form it might take
It depends on how much we pretend knowing it.
But it comes and it’s right what you wanted to be,
Not forever and always , not to stay not to leave,
But to make you believe that you can and you should
Always get what you ask, not because you have read in a book about it
But because you deserve all of it, be it hurt be it fun be it harder than thought
Don’t give up on your truth to make others believe
That you’re all about something they so need to receive.
These mistakes just repeat and return to the same
Where all you should do is just give all there is, without blame.
Cause regret is one of those beasts you can catch , never tame.


Here hoping this one does not break any forum rules. Needless to say, I do not care much about punctuation when writting, to each, they get added as they feel, by reading it.