The game
Call it attention or focus
I want to melt into
existence
Feel it from outside
Of how it is from inside
The game
Of joy and pain
Where self melts and forms
I want it
And I watch what my peers call a stage
The game
Of a greater consciousness from
a let it be awareness
Silence in my retina alone
And a chaos in mind all over
The game
To watch and stay
Originally a pain
The goal being power
Life force comes
To draw you into a
Battlefield
The game
And I cannot stand in it's way
HA!
I am the battlefield, the war, the weapon, the enemy. Rings something?
ReplyDeleteBut you said yourself with that ringing the fun goes out.
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