Windows – writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means)

The rise of the enchanting normal
Separates the odd and the desolate
Ambiguous windows are imagination’s fate

I know that revelation is out there
I can sense the tap on my shoulder
Once turning away from it – the touch persisted and became older
I Can’t find the source of my irritation
Might it be the mind leading me to imagination?

The windows of my confessions are ambiguous
The doors to my certainty are locked away
The key to my access is chained to a combination of gray

Everybody’s looking for a story to relate
Looking at a situation that encourages them to no longer wait
Although I can play recommended part
I can’t convince myself to start

The windows of my confessions are ambiguous
The doors to my certainty are locked away
The key to my access is chained to a combination of gray

When lost to the present idea – I’m pulled by the culture of group think
Everyone abiding by their own ink
If we can believe our own rosy illusion
Why should we run away at confusion

I’ve looked in the mirror far too less
My reflection is anyone’s guess
I much rather look out the window to find anything that can be
Imagination removes the veil and sets us free

I’m inclined, but in a desire that is exempt from indulgent ecstasy.

There are very few things which deliberate the action and remedy to illness.

We can blame the exogenous factors which are seen throughout the windows or we can simply relate to our own dilemmas in the mirror.

We often neglect the latter; for a more easier approach to blame others.

It seems against the drive to eliminate the passion of understanding.

Very beautifully standing the ‘asexual’ motivation; is hereby unable to be tamed.

It goes in every direction; not looking for a home or a place of rest. It desires not a testimony, neither an oath into the future, rather a tentative examination.

Hesitation journeys on a quest for certainties; what becomes soon clear is its stillness. It is simply ‘Beautiful Asexual’.

A thought that is congruent to this is something I wrote called “Trained Mirrors” Check it out! https://soundcloud.com/jestereyesound/trained-mirrors

Sometimes, what is beautifully standing, is what you can’t have. There is a still a sense of understanding we should give! Not every time can we indulge in what is appealing! Sometimes we get in the way when looking at others. It starts with looking at ourselves!