Open your mind, step out into reality
There is so much that your eyes cannot see
The world is yours
On the other side of the door
Bent landscapes, crooked faces are all that you see
Fog from the past does not let it be all it can be
You could have it all
But you choose to fall
Plastic Jesus, more voodoo
The primordial eye in your forehead can see right through you
Wipe the tears from your eyes
You are the one that you despise
But it does not have to be
Pain and misery
Breathe in life and you will see
That you´re free to be free
By Ryan 
I like it. You’ve reappeared “transformed” – at least it looks like that from the poem!
It´s actually an adaptation to some bad song lyrics I wrote years ago and forgot about. I´m getting back into playing (guitar) and this was the only thing that I wrote from the last period of time, when I played and wrote songs, that did not make me throw up a little bit in my mouth! 😉
“The primordial eye…” Perfect!
We’re free to be free. So simple. Elusive for so many.
Good to see/read you here.
Thanks Eric! I need to make a concerted effort to write more. I am LETTING other things get in the way. I appreciate your attention and kind words my friend. Have a GREAT week!