Trying to balance what seems to be the cause,
what seems to matter.
Freaked by these cages surrounding me,
I can't escape, it's not easy to leave the path.
Lost in this forest of skeleton trees,
many of which should be cut,
for they house maimed, atrophic minds.
This cage is getting smaller embracing the night
but it's silent there, behind the masks, the fake smiles
in this cage you can't escape, inside those walls of flesh..
Wise is the new-born child for it cries,
it cries when it's eyes open and witness it's life-bound cage.
When they open and face the forest.
Wise is he who leaves the path not in cowardness but in search,
away from the prison..
And we still stay here, even though feeling bound,
in this cage we cant escape, inside those walls of flesh.
So I lay down by the side of this cut,
ripped off skeleton tree
trying to find a moment of thought,
an equilibrium in this land of...
released May 9, 2012
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