The Birth Of Awakening

Have you ever seeked what you're unable to identify, unable to visualize

The constant anticipation that plays in your mind like a dopamine effect

You start to adapt characteristics of a mad man

The misunderstanding you have with yourself and surroundings of people escalates to a new unfolment every time like each layer of an onion

Reality becomes bleak to your teary eyes

You realize the only elephant that has stayed in the room was yourself

In need of a room to disperge yourself from your own anatomy of mind with equivalent space amongst your differences

How does it feel to be a carrier of a baggage that only seems to weigh you down?

A failed science experience with a non-reaction to pain

A fabricated religious aspect that's only meant to leave you tame

You have numbed all that was inflicted and away with who you were

It washes away

The cleanse of a troubled soul

Madden by the two-faced creature of the world

This is the trilogy of the beauty in the beast, for my heart, mind and spirit has been endowened upon enhanced reality fitting for my own desires to be met

How long do I intend to stay in a place that is not suited for me?

It's only there to accommodate my fears

Acknowledging the faults in this narrative that been painted to me

Where has the bigger being layed if not in me then I'm one step closer to the door-step that has been closed

Without a key in mind that I am the source to new openings