To True Enigma

A vortex once swallowed me whole.
I was lost in the chaos.

Alone, adrift...
Small...

The world was endless torment,
The noise unbearable.
Voices created from false product.
A chemical-induced insanity,
Produced from false diagnosis.

I was inside out, body and mind.
I grasped in the darkness but could find no answers.

They told me to be selfish.
But only in self-sacrifice did I find my sanity.

Lies, lies, more lies.
False teachers know nothing of right and wrong.
Their own greed too great to be contained.
Using profit to appease their ego's games.

The soul doesn't fit in boxes.
Nor glossy books claiming perfection awaits.

`Follow me. It will all be perfect.'
It never is.
It's not supposed to be.

You can't calculate me.
You can't label me.
I am not the sum of your words.
I never will be.

You can't even begin to grasp the vast unconscious with science.
It is greater and wiser than you'll ever be.

It's only our fear that holds us back....

Yet false words shine too bright on false tongues.
Hold them to the light and you'll see not darkness,
But a vein of vanity,
A disturbing veneer of deception over your beliefs.

Pretty little lies...

Remember

When others seem to hold your fate,
They may seem powerful,
They seem to have it all.

But the truth is that they are just as small.

They hold no power over the true you.

Never have,
Never will
Not at all...

For you are the one who is tall.