The things I hide inside my mind will never be seen by someone I cant
trust and even if I told you everything on my mind you might be left
with a feeling of disgust, would you undserstand, could
you comprehend ? Its easy to say you do when you think youve heard
it all but its deeper than knowing and even if you knew what to do in
the end; can you help me if I fall ? For every action theres a reaction
and every thought theres a root. Roots that start from things that
happen way back when, now and then, again and again but it never
stops growing from within. There were many times I would be going
through a situation and I thought I was ok and my mind was free but
what happened was I planted a seed that overshadowed my needs and
gave me what I wanted but entangled my beliefs with greed. Now
whats in my mind has become a huge hybrid tree that feeds on speed
and is bigger than I originally thought it out to be. Thoughts and
ideas that somehow found a similarity and grew together with both
positive and negative polarity has me wondering if its them or me who
has a problem with insanity. Now Im all confused feeling abused and
misused by what I thought I knew was the truth, my understanding is
now misconstrued and the tree is getting older and baring fruit. I
try and take time to prune my mind and subdue the overgrowth only
to overthrow the constant flow of the real me. As my mind works
harder the roots dig deeper and the fruit begins to flourish while the
market prices get cheaper, I make room for advice from the peace
keeper so I can give my best to make everyone a believer. As time
passes I continue to lay seed and prune, my produce is being consumed
I presume by everyone who tries to understand what my mind has
ballooned and projected as food. At first glance you cant see the
poison from which the fruit came and by now youve engourged your
belly until you feel my pain, wondering why you too now have weeds
on the brain. The process remains the same through time, in order to
keep your head you have to deal with the upkeep of mine.
