Thoughts

In my mind, there forms a Wall
And people call this my Mind.

By day and night I sketch it on
My memories, my hopes, my notes as graffiti
Indications to the next small crack in desperate need of repairs
Drawings to the stories I read, and minds to remember
I wait the day, the Wall will fall
I wait the day I'll see it all.
the Crack's not grown, it hasn't spread
but sure enough, inside...

In my mind there forms a Labyrinth
A widest sector of Maze
As one small wall, took its fall.
It revealed the tomb within.
Spectres and souls, travelling 'round
Giving shape to the distant drawings and memories
Carefully avoiding monstrous beasts
Surviving by the light of Angels, around the bend
the notes I scribe to show the way
Only seem to open new passages each day..
Till one night, I write on the wall..
I write in love, I write a call...
"Show me the exit if you may...
The next dawn I awaken, it goes this way..."

And sure enough, After dreams befall
A guiding spirit awaits at the wall...
holding my love, my soul in prayer...
I follow her onwards where walls once were...

In my mind, and quite a shock
I found a Temple to the gods I mocked.

I guess they never showed me the way
Or perhaps I had it wrong 'till this day...
... They weren't just gods, no, but Souls, one/all.
The leading spirit shows me to the shrine...
The loving spirit presses lips to mine..
She guides her hands in sensations that I never felt, so soothed..
Perhaps.. there was more... to life than this room.
I close my eyes, and Lo and behold...
There was Far more to this world.

My heart aches in agony, my voice is rough...
In my mind, there's my mind no more.

I know it's out there, I want it all..
just to Hear there's more, Love's my call...
I fear I'll never know it again..
I fear the walls closing around...
I fear to open my eyes... face down on the ground...
How dare I think so, when this spirit's come...
I love her so, may she never succumb.

But at least now I know, my aching heart hold true..
No matter this life, I'll somehow seek you.
... True love.. they say... escapes Pain and Sorrow
True love's only Content, when you see her the morrow.
... It wasn't, in fact, that love was Pure or joy at all
I only revealed passions that the spirit longs.

As I'd love to write these thoughts to song..

I open my eyes... my heart well strong...

What do I see before me, Ever as tall
I inscribe my thoughts...

on this old mental wall.