Rat Race

Have gotten closer towards my goal,
But,
It keeps moving up a few feet.
I mean,
How many times can I relay the same problem,
Until I drop!
As everybody strays away from a race we take part in,
Exhaustively?

Maybe once,
Twice,
Or thrice,
But,
Anything past three is pushing an envelop sealed shut with motor gasoline.
You’d need an extra gear to speed past a boat load of thieves trying to steal your peace of mind,
In a single swipe of their jealousy,
Presented in the form of a lie in front of flames God deems menacing…

Trust me a bit while you witness my inner-child keep telling me,
To be ready!
We have a war to win,
And we cannot afford to sell away any weaponry protecting everything that makes us dream…

What kind of prophet/profit,
Do you think God wants to box in,
His land of Divinity?
Is it every dolla’,
Dolla’ coming to a man posing as an artist with a lot of raw material we know lacks legitimacy?
Or,
Is it he or she breaking double standards between what they were meant to be,
In the eyes of God,
And how society desires you to rot indefinitely…
Even if inevitably,
All of us will…

Die!
Of course.
Invincibility is an illusion,
A placebo for the mystery of a lucid,
Exit from reality with confusion,
As a side effect.
All you’d want to do is look into your bedroom mirror before heading out while plotting to lie again.
What for?
A mask worn as a disguise for the man/woman you’re afraid to show coursing through the Darkness…

With every track scored amongst grain orchestrating symphonies of a broken soul with a name stripped of its value?
How can you not expect a farce in front of you?
Flicks of a lighter,
Paper crumbling in light of,
All the gaslighting from a blunt in your mind incinerating what would have you,
In peace…

Whole.
Freedom you have to see when closing your eyes,
Before envisioning the grave your bound to slip into…

A slap in the face of all demons who pray upon your downfall.
In pieces,
They want you to be in,
But,
We won’t let it happen even if a limitless crowd calls,
For defeat we prevent by faith in the Lord…

But,
I get it!
How difficult it is to believe what seems like a figment in our imagination!
Still,
See how different life is when drinking from a pond meant for anyone thirsty!
For love instead of indignation…
Love of the unconditional variety that can only be provided by the One above us,
As I found my salvation through His presence…
Not in cloud of smoke that kept me cocooned in a corner as a peasant,
To a beast finally at,
Rest…