Like a Thought Process

The year....the number.....the vision we never saw coming.... #ART...  I found an era in my life when the beginning of days, my days would seemingly have been given meaning.  I stumbled upon laughter I felt was purpose but within me, knew it could never be joy or happiness.  I found enough adventure to make me a man of sorts.  I had days in my life when I just knew I was headed somewhere, guided only by hope.  I found fear, truly I did, and cowered, truly I did.  I found ghosts and I ran.  I saw spirits of parts of me dead and I ran, ran for what I had left of my life.  It was all at a time in my life when I should have had purpose, a time when I should have been a figure.  I had enough to have called my own. Yet, I gained nothing I did not already have I lost nothing that wasn't even mine...  Woe unto all that came my way, the friends, the wine, the status, the love I was blinded by.  Woe unto the education I seek; knowledge almos...

#ART...  I live in a secret, my life is a secret.  I built a mansion upon the clouds and beneath the earth, my castle awaits.  I will speak words to steer revolutions.  I will live my life like each second means I will die.  I will demand that all kingdoms be in my possession and heads of nations submit.  I will speak words and ignore, even if upon a stake, my head will be wanted.  I will wait for the truth to unfurl and stand and stare at the end of days.  I will, as was done to me, mock and scorn and laugh and live.  I will tell the world my secret, as if in truth I had any secrets.  I will look at myself through the eyes of a doctor, at the world through the eyes of a mad man, at death through the eyes of an artist and for a brief moment, catch humanity, a glimpse actually, through the eyes of gods; ancient and old.  I will submit to all that makes me and surrender to all that I am made of.  I will speak beyond what is cons...