Behind The Tree


I don’t like how I act

Or how I portray myself

It is as if I do not control

Social behavioral mechanics

Yet I see myself


No one seems to mind me

My mind is all I see

Within my self confines me

Mechanisms running free

If only my will could unbind me

Master of will to be

But actions are binding

Because of basic need

All I know is untie me

I want to see…

Behind the tree


There is a story

Of shadows dancing on cave walls

No perception of self, or “outside”

No ability to comprehend truth.

There is a story

I cannot tell.

Dancing Backwards To Reality;

Minding The Flame