I have never professed to know much, although what I do know, the distance between want and need is measured in sacrifice, the road that must be traveled to obtain this awareness, is plagued with fierce storms, lightning crackles with Catatumbo intensity, rain slowly rusts your ambition, the wind’s sharp corners cut through a frail confidence, causing your ego to bleed, your desire starves for just a morsel of encouragement, but your hunger doesn’t entitle you to take part in the soul feast, you believe no one’s pain is greater than your own, convinced you’ve paid your dues, now fate owes you, but you’ve defaulted on the loan, your want is a demand, its sole purpose is to please the image reflected in a selfish mirror, you’re damned to keep counting blessings, coming up short, then feeling cheated, out of what was never yours, yet you ask why your prayers go unanswered, your self-indulgent wishes are ignored, worshiping a two dollar Talisman, purchased at a thrift store, it has exhausted any cosmic goodwill it never had before, turns out to be just another poor choice, as your last resort, if a line between right and wrong ever existed, you snorted it long ago, and conscience you considered an encumbrance, was shed in liabilities shadow.
I’ve lived a deplorable existence, resided in the underbelly of life, my reward for addiction and a twisted mind, been in places where Satan would be afraid to visit, acting on some drug’s bad advice, I’ve learned the more I denied my want, I discovered how little I need, I’ve heard it rains diamonds on Neptune, there’s blue sunsets on Mars, but as I mentioned, I don’t know much, I’m just an imitation of me.
Powerful ink indeed!