Mind Battle (The Other Direction)

A coterie becomes a mess

Torn to pieces

Torn to shreds

Because the weight of the world becomes a loss for words

For it is like being stuck inside a fire that cannot be tamed

And someone is looking to ride the smoke rings right out

Brothers and sisters turn cold in the smoke

Inhaling the coals

Releasing the bitterness

Blowing it to the side

It sears the eyes of the people who watch

And they wonder, “When are they coming home?”

Well, what is it?

What repairs the cracks of a broken life?

And what if it was not broken in the first place?

What if riding on the back of the smoke rings is not the answer?

Refusal is preferred

Let minds turn in another direction

It is a danger to obscure genuinity behind a mask

For the price of lies can be inordinate

An insecure mind is yet to be understood

It is still given power

It is still torturous

It can drive some worn soul into a fog

But the Lord did speak beauty

Beauty of more value than many sparrows

The and breaking is done by our own hands

Emptiness is that result

The void can be filled…

Painlessly