Finding the Unfamiliar Which is to be Found

Faded is the future of the path we lead.
Forgotten  the path ,which we need.
Formidable is the foe that blocks our track.
Fight to the finish or lay on your back.

Fear and focus are a pair of eyes.
One sees none ,the other sees skies.
False fortress and fireflies.
For they shall aid when you have tried.

What we find to be familiar,
Is what is to be found.
Though finding the final path results in failure,
The found path is not wasted.

Have we found it?
What are we trying to find?
Objects, beings, space?
Frisking through what we previously found,
We finally find the answer.  

Casuality of the Surroundings

Our surroundings passes as we fly,
Left to nature we rely.
Boundaries left by memories of pain.
Nothing to do,except complain.
Existence forced through mortal grounds.
Watching as fear takes it's rounds.

Not all is lost in this body of ours.
Spirits survive by monumental towers.
Though we rise, we tend to fall.
Knowing one day, we'll stand tall.

There are no true forms one can take.
There are no true forms one can fake.
Tortured by pondering over who we are.
Invite the surroundings and your journey wont be far.

Psychotic Disorder, Genius Order

When all is lost, flesh is consumed.
Voices are heard, deeply infused.
The cost of life deserts our mind.
Thrown into the world while we are blind.

Reality sacrificed into the butcher's plague.
Life or death, bewildering and vague.
A dimension created with unattainable pleasures.
A world filled with unbound treasures.

The alternate dimension, a solution for some.
While the earth is torn infected by scum.
Thoughts controlling  parameters for answers.
Slashing blades between ballad dancers.

The judgement of time and shape are broken.
The portal of two worlds merged and arranged.
Parallel vortex is to be engaged,
While the energy is filled by ruthless rage.

A sight to behold by the power of the brain.
Uncertainties explained through murderous gains.
Memories are distant, reality in pain.
In that case, isn't everyone insane?

Objecting Emotions = Universal Thinking?

The violent voices echoes through our vein.
Restless and eager, it drives us insane.
Pleasured by sin, we forget right and wrong.
Punishment of guilt, though we remain strong.

When our identity fails to meet our design.
We only have to look back, and rewind.
Honesty and needs are left behind.
Dull and orthodox is the mind.

Wandering towards the path of wisdom,
Wishing for a better way to decipher  freedom.
We remain the slaves of a known universe,
Wondering only for the way to livelihood.

Emotions reject our path to a better future.
No emotions, and there would  be no  path.
 Is there purpose in finding a cause?
Is there meaning in finding our flaws?

Life in Chains

Sculptures of varied race inflict the walk towards your way of life.
Giving you differences in shades of persona.
The mind does not wander but walks into goals without fear.
It is they who barricade you,  even though your path is near.

Discouraging your vivid dreams of false ends.
Society,  pulling you towards their trends.
Like a race in which you end up first or last.
Finish it soon, finish it fast!

A race  in which you follow the pack.
No shortcuts , just stay on track!
Dead minds are controlled by society which makes them run.
It makes them believe there is no sun!

Our characters are programmed on this unforgiving earth.
Telling us what to do from  birth.
Is there hope for artistic intelligence?
Hypocrites feared by social elegance.

Varied minds should end this race.
Even if the fearless fall with disgrace.
False mortals are reckoned with impure ways to sustain this system.
False mortals, who have no wisdom.