The Pupil

Lost in our thoughts

To permanence and everlasting truth,

Your guard has shown susceptible

Consequence before actions

Fleeting acceptance through and through

But the fact remains the inception mirrors the cessation you refute

Lost in our thoughts

Failure to see that fixed form is a hoax

Its laughable

Severing from the severed takes fortitude

All you've dreamed has not come true

Now you're paralyzed

But look past all words and the atrophy subsides

Quit running from the wind

This i know, that nothing is set in stone

And if words cut to the bone like daggers,

Then i'll puncture,

And drain you of all that you've known

You proved yourself wrong

How dare you

You cannot feed the beast if you pursue the muse

Beseech and see what follows

Then the land will feed on you