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Trust Walk As I walk through the treacherous grounds on earth I remain blindfolded. Each step I take becomes an act of decipherment. I`m led by duplicity. I`m forced to believe falsified notions. My being is structured by someone else`s beliefs, Someone else`s history, Someone else`s generational curses. I see not, I feel not, But if it sounds good I`ll believe it. Delusion becomes my companion, my confidant. The appearance of truth is all that I hold on to. Curiousity becomes a magnet to the adjective delusive. I take what is given to me because I know not what the sense of reality is. I know not what the power of truth holds. I`ve been adhering to false doctrine. I`ve been taught his history. I know not where I come from. I`m ashame of what I don`t know. Blaming someone else for my handicaps. I can`t see because I`m blindfolded. I can`t feel because I`m numb. I`m filled with rhetorical questions, the ones that can`tbe answered. I need that peace that passes all understanding, but I can`t find it because I`m blindfolded. I`m in the state of dependency because if I let go I`ll fall. I`m blindfolded. Finding the truth of one answer would give me a sense of sobriety. Grasping onto what`s made plausible contributes to my insanity. I`m blindfolded-I can`t see. I`m numb-I can`t feel. I walk through the treacherous grounds on earth...alone, I fall...I walk...I fall again but the numbness acts as an insulation to the contusions that my body now consist of. I walk...I fall...I fall-I become stronger. I walk...I fall...I fall-I become smarter. I walk...I fall...I fall-I become rational. I then take control of my handicap by unblindfolding myself. I look around...my throat begins to burn from the heaviness that fills its walls. Tears began to wash my face, because the earth I thought was home-was the hell I was tricked to live in. pEAcE You can also check me out @ http://www.myspace.com/hisdree m    |
