Letter 7…Finality
Paradox
In my brain I replied, but it was my heart that responded
And while my soul is despondent, it is my spirit that feels trapped and caged like a convict
Short circuit memory lanes have caused good judgment to become unresponsive
Final result?
A coma static state leaving me with no conscience
Delve deep into my past and you will learn that it was bred from my pedigree
Swept under the rug, just forget about it and let it be
Pain planted in the ground
Watered down and it became a tree
Roots have taken hold and now it’s impossible to set it free
Lord God please empty me
Bad thoughts constantly replayed like video on MTV
And my struggles are constantly televised
When I look at the mirror seeing myself through the Devil’s eyes
Seeing twins fighting in the corner, both living disheveled lives
Question is, which one is really the liar?
The good one or the bad one?
Which is going into the fire?
The good husband or the bad son?
One is missing what he wasn’t and the other is a sad one
Saul meets Paul
Is there ever really a way to truly break a fall?
Because regardless of how long and how far the descent
You will always look up and remember just how deep you went
And looking down at the abyss
You always smell the stench
Realizing you’ll never be the same, at least not 100 percent
Therein lies the crux of the matter
What is to be a foregone conclusion and what has passed?
Spoken words have been cashed
Future no longer still up the air
I like that outlook
So I’m going to end it right there.
