Light, dark, black, white, good, evil, love and hate; so similar and yet so different. These traits exist in all and yet never appear simultaneously. One must over power the other at all times or else the balance comes undone and then you have a huge problem. People claim that these traits can be balanced but is this really so? Think about it, can one truly hate and yet love someone with all of their heart, at the exact same time. I believe that would throw the balance off, for one always comes after the other but never at the same time. Think about that.
The bright red light shone with intensity out of the corner of my eye. The sound of the megaphone breaks me out of my trance as I sit around the set of a movie. So many different characters here, so unique, so different, so eccentric. Action shouts the director as the main crew takes their place on screen. Today is the day we make history.
"I’m sitting on this street, just waiting to meet. Mary Jane, she’s is so sweet, she’ll help me defeat. Journey into the heart of the dark to rid the base. This land is going to become one big waste. For those who fight, this war is new, never before seen, no one even knew. We strike from above and below, from areas you would never know. We own this land, the people I say, not one buy many, shall pave the say. To fight our oppressors until the end. Those now in control will soon see, the people have a voice, bigger than you and me."
Bored as fuck, where’s my luck, this place is like death, only it slaps you with a cold breath. I look to my right, there are fishes in sight, I feel bad for them for they are trapped inside a glass cage. Society is but a scam, it’ll only treat you like a lamb. Keeping you safe until you are grown, only to slaughter you for the meat on your bone. But if you learn this quick, you can make up a trick, for you will no longer be blind, to the world built upon a single lie
Anger, Greed, Jealousy, these are the traits that won’t stay away from me. They live in our DNA, there’s no running away, their here to stay. Learn these traits, learn their ways, use the knowledge for better days. See a paragraph, use your eyes, see the hidden message between the fine lines. Watch the past, know the cast, this movie replays, for three hundred sixty five days. You need to think smart, just look at the art, things you would never believe, are hidden just behind a seam. Life is but a chessboard, guide your piece, through the rough rigged journey to issue defeat. The six column devil, look at them now, you all fall victim to their crooked wide smile.
The seas are calm, the air is sweet, clouds pass high while I stand by. Listen to the wind, it whispers a secret, known only to those who speak to free. Now alone on the mountain, myself and no one else, I watched those four eyes stair into my thoughts, they spoke to me through motion, not words, to tell the tale of a profit that was once wrote. As I listened, the hail came blistering down, hard enough to make one frown. But hard came lightning, spraying up the sky, the bright light decimating what I believed to be mine. I began to see a new, the hidden truth. Preach I do not, but teach I will, only to those who wish to see and not start a war with me.
The sun consumes the sky, the clouds begin to fly. The scene of a beautiful day that money could never buy. They say that we are free, but free we are not, money is our owners and we the slaves. We spend our days wasting away to obtain a tiny piece of paper we believe to hold value, when in reality, it means nothing all. When you look past the numbers all you see is paper and chemicals. So why be a slave day after day to obtain an object soon to fade away. Become one with nature and you shall see, reality may not be all that it seems.