posted on Aug, 12 2014 @ 04:33 PM
It's quiet now, as I make my break . . . a detachment, a disassociation from what is,
No longer will I worry about consequences of action, or negative reactions, . . . to choice.
I'm headed for a sane sanctuary, want to join me ?
There's satisfaction in sentimental seeking of what can be . . . sought.
Rumor has it that society is strained and sober . . .no laughter here,
No celebrations, no compassion . . . daily doses of meager rations . .and fear.
I'm going to scout upstream now and find out where this spring water is coming from . . . you should have some.
I'm following something good, something pure.
It's quiet now, as I splash upstream. Come with me, be a team. But . . .remain unseen, please. Otherwise, they'll . . .scream.