the barometer dropped
a true storm was coming
rebellion struck as passion began to ignite in every earthly soul
the air clear of agents not attuned to our biology
lungs filled purely on the prana that was meant to be there
no manipulation in the sky
just conscious creatures in the night
in balance with the cosmic sky
leaving behind lies
that once trailed them and forced them in a direction where there was nothing but chemically created illusion to meet the eye
do you wake up in the morning in a good mood?
have you not been crushed by the weight of your actions?
what does power give to you?
you’re clearly empty.
power deceives you to believe that you are wealthy and full.
how do you function without the voice of your soul?
did you bury it so deep that it vanished?
do you even own your soul or did you have to gamble it?
so you could be manipulative and controlling,
so you could have power.
i do not think I will ever fully know the answers to these questions,
i do not want your answers.
i do not deserve lies.
i still ask,
and my main question is dejected and sorrowful.