Shipped – from “The Ego Lab – A Spiritual Exploration”

I’m re-learning gravity today.
Attempting, once again, to unravel this madness.
And I’m here, again and again and again.
The aether upon me.
Guiding these fragile hands.
A devil’s playground perhaps.

“Why are you so easy to unravel?”
Oh, Dad’s home, time to act RIGHT now.
But I’m so tired of playing it cool,
knowing domination is at my fingertips.
“I guess we’re going to deconstruct the boy instead.”
…how creative becomes about YOU my dear,
and how each new tug on my heart, serves only to remind me of my mortality.
…malaise.

I wonder how many warriors before me have squandered.
The light will provide,
the sounds will subside.
And with no map in hand, we venture off.
Digging deep into my subconscious for clues, signs, wisdom and strength.
Back and forth.
This rocking ship of theory, advice, coincidences and misinformation.
With little purpose other than to keep me honest and engaged.
And so I pray, that if I one day break,
this boat, will own my scars and tell my story.