There is a whisper in the wind

#poetry Published on YouTube: 07/25/2018
I am just an echo. I am nothing more or anything less. Inside my soul, I know I’ve already traveled this road. The answers are there but forgotten inside a trail of dust that has already disappeared. I float along with life as if I belong to the wind–drifting here, drifting there. I am a copy of an imitation, another, another mannequin, created and built in the name of society to believe their purpose that is so far lost in translation that it has all become meaningless.

My soul is lost somewhere inside the constellations. I cannot believe in anything for the answers of man have become the secret lies that coil our bitter end. There is a truth, there is a way; I just don’t have that answer today. The past is dead, yet it lives. Today seems to always go by, and the future is the mirror we can never see, but if there was a way you could see it reflect eternity.

I belong to the dead of this world, but I will live again. What is left of me except this plastic shell of dust? It all seems so fake, yet you tell me this experience is real. I see nothing except an emptiness strangling me until I die; all I feel is a void consuming me like an unknown disease. There are no directions; the roads were never there; the distance traveled vanished into thin air, and the memories are just a shadow of what I can never be.

They teach us what they want us to believe. Fact or fiction, it’s all about war, lust, and greed. Truth is sought after. Truth is not in a book or in a mouth. Truth just exists, and it is the answer we all crave but will never find in these days.

Maybe someday we will see things for how they really are and not how our minds interpret them to be.