I trust those who offer me sight and
yet they blind me so
Down their path I go, searching for my
life in their shadow.
Sacrificing each step to the illusion
of forward movement
but only standing in the stagnant
Dogma of good intent.
Bleeding out freedom, embalmed with
hope and wishes.
Tied to a fear of Death itself and the
hollowness it leaves.
I don't wish to travel this path but
they offer safety.
Safety from the evils they themselves
have created.
I strip away the myth, the lies, and
the fantasy
I strip away the hope, the wishes and
safety.
I stand, Naked, exposed, fearless and
focused.
I stand at the start of my path, my
choice, my freedom.
