“NEITHER WILL THE TRIGGER”

I am not me

Something that I’ve come to see is that I am but a voice reflected to the physical being before me

Sometimes I’m seen but other times not

Everything I say

Well I guess everything I think is but a thought

Another to be whisked away in the line of polar express passengers and new life travelers

Seeking to be believed in the eyes of others

By others I mean me

Thoughts whose only dream is to be acknowledged and understood

Look at I in the eyes

Search for the knowledge I contain deep in the void universal skies

The radiating ambiance of wisdom before me

Hand over the keys

Unlock the the greatest evil of Pandora box’s secrecy

Me just look at I

The knots and tangled webs of I’s vocal cords hiding life’s prize

Contained at an unimaginably minuscule size in fact not visible whatsoever

Take the lessons the physical and mental beings have learned

Earn each others trust rather than live in a life of trivia

Don’t dive into a black hole of schizophrenia

Ping ponging thoughts

Left brain right brain war

Both raise the white flag of surrender

Stop the fighting, frustration, misunderstanding

Your host can’t take the house party banging

Comes to your door and asks nicely but is rebutted with refusal

Comes back with a shotgun raised to the throat of you both that’ll move through like a train to a tunnel

Tone it down the host says

Or it’s over

Hands in the air raised in obligation

Host triggered by temptation but without action

Lowers the weapon, leaves out the door

Only to be drawn in by noise once more

The spiral tightens while also getting bigger

If this eternal torment doesn’t come to a halt, one day neither will the trigger

~ifthenightcouldtalk