Ascend from the FleshA Poem by Spokenoh to be free, there will come a day...
I am bound by an overcoat of flesh
like Sheba thrown over the honeybee wall
a drone stagnant in the colony
the call of duty muffled by truth
the work is no longer effortless for me
hell is seeing the layers through feeling
and sifting through sand for the meaning
it’s standing before apparitions of truth in the night
watching the watchers from the corner of your eye
slippery is this slope of complacency we ride
there’s an endless loop circling like a hawk to you
it’s your life from start to end clicked in rewind again
someone’s spinning the force that makes you move
don't fight the current that urges you to wake…
or you’ll sleep away your escape
© 2009 SpokenAuthor's Note
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