My soul runs ahead of my personality, its a fierce lion running through this concrete jungle ghetto, I don't know her that well she escapes me like a butterfly would to eager grasping fingers, like a hologram I am in shock and awe with her disposition always shifting as situations permit she has thrown my sheep skin into many cages of wolves escaping unscathed with gained instinct she's one thousand steps a head of me and I am riding on an invisible sled she is barreling me through the ugly beautiful terrain, forest, sea, tree, flower, bee...always yet barely taking in the atmosphere asthmatic constantly catching my breath in the dry rye hay day Dias cows chewing cud slap happy overseers slapping at Mosquitos sly cats meow foul running races rats patterns games maneuvers shifting of rules standards cycle cyclic...my soul escapes my personality my life a remnant of passing phases for stepping stones to milestones
a gradual pull upward for the inevitable down, appreciating the present moment slash and burn ego
eager for nirvana
like a moth to cocoon
, moments in transition...
experiences bigger than my understanding
soul greater than my personality
always with elephant force trampling and stomping on my ego
one thousand steps ahead of me, my fate imprinted in the earth lyric
Ganesh!
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