I Walk Alone

 

A lifestyle that shattered my stained glass windows

Screeching stain of fallen pieces

Echoes the flawed conception of a perfect memory

Fabrication of fictional dogmatic stances

Scrutiny persist in this agonizing area

 

Arid flood of gibberish. Systematic discourse of stupidity.

Hypocrisy. Incompetent. Transparent charades. Plagiarism.

Conquered. Muted Singer. Wordless sermon. Callous expressions.

 

Conservative poses on my artistic reflection

Depart my existence to lingering separation

Segregation from the hypothetical accepted assemblies

How do they comprehend me when I attain private mystery?

Regarded as shifting darkness among their settled light

Walking a fresh meadow of expression enclosed by a mature forest of orthodoxy

There’s always a windy hill proceeding the poisoned waters of stagnant culture

Drowning in a forged sea of perpetual dialogue

Considered a salesman of life’s counterfeit presumptions

The one knife when they look at spoons

They are looking in a vacant parking lot while I’m fashioning new roads

I am bringing intuitive converse in their fantasy serene world

Vast outlook diverge from naive discussion

Demons of the past enter there daily conference

 

Deceit. Submit or Rebel.

 

Convert the distilled philosophy to existing rules

I walk alone but I walk with many

Abandonment but sheltered

Strongly passionate but not ignorant

Focused on a distorted view

Picture to the fallen frame

Divorced from the prior to the now

So I get up and walk…