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The Split
I have dreams that I'm falling with nothing to hold on to, not a grip in sight, my eyes are open and still I see nothing! Failing to realize that I wasn't trying to see, nor was I reaching out for a grip I was just letting myself fall!
Four nights of insomnia take its toll on the minds control. It increases the senses to a level of understanding in the brain, to finally see through our polluted airways, finally letting air in the lungs in order to breathe.
I learned to listen today. You should try it sometime; you would never believe the things people say. One word after another in some sort of a non-circumstantial sequence. Some if not most words mispronounced.
Dialectic passed down through history, words whispered into ears, like a child's game of telephone, slowly losing its meaning being simplified to a point of misunderstanding and therefore misrepresenting and distorting the message yet passed down to future generations to set as a precedent in tradition.
Four nights of insomnia lead me to clarity, to never again have the ability to sleep peacefully. I gathered all this new information and used it in experimentation to take a deep look at our human condition only to be disappointed at the result.
I listened and heard all the anger; I realized we place a lot of blame, yet don't take a lot of responsibility for our role in the deceit, an ignorant participant in our own demise.
A lot of words spoken with very little action, pure unadulterated procrastination, this too being passed down for generations, feeding on memories and stories of what struggle was, and what the words, the sequence they were placed in and the emotion behind them, what they lead to.
Today I learned to listen. Four nights of insomnia taught me to listen; there is no result without action; no question without reason; just coagulated sentences made up of words and letters placed together in sentences that no one chooses to read or listen.
It took four nights of insomnia for me to able to listen yet it took a dream for me to hear. I opened all my senses so I could finally see and feel. Once I heard I willed myself to take action to set my sights take a hold on my destiny and make that my reality.
Today is the day after my fourth night of insomnia. Today is the day I learned to listen. I ask you.....What do you want me to hear? I'm listening!
Written by The Split, copyright 2004 |
