Churnings of the Mind Pressing of the Times

Ramblings of a slight true maniac, heart of a hopless romantic.

Visions of  possible prophet, sometimes i feel that ive lost it ... sanity ... Ever fleeting sanity ... sweetly decieving sanity ... Barely ... rarelly meeting sanity.

Living vividely, stradeling a thin line ... happily.

Id rather live out loud in color than to merely exist in menotinous grey. id rather live through blissful love rather than smother my light till it wastes away.

Our way of life fools us ... almost trains us from a young age ... that rgularity is acceptable.

Teaches us to muffle our cries ... Teaches us to stiffel curiosities ... Teaches us to smother our screams ... walk in in neat lines untill we die.

Crying out in the night I shake myself from dreams o large metal hands clamped over my mouth ...      

Dreams of large metal drones burning crops and causidng drouts ... Herded like animals we obliviously allow "lifestyle" to strangle our true inner selves.

Shot your third eye in the head ... people walking around not even knowing theyre spirtually dead.

Id rather live crazily than die quietly ...

I am a Queen and I will stnd mightilly.

My flame will burn brightly, I will love lie wildly, I will serve the universe selflesly , grasping hope and faith tightly.