when you see what do you see?

a tiny part of a word

a word

a few words joined together

by a fleeting thought

that must make you feel so special

do you really think the group of words came from you

do you really think the focus of this should be you

or the object which your limited mind is trying to make sense of

do you think your limited mind can really comprehend the whole

a simple logic of past experience trying to make sense of what is before her

it will always be limited

by a past that is limited

and can never remember the whole

only parts it wants to see

to justify the needs of its present

so why is I ask you

you rely so much on this limited understanding

knowing it will never really understand

why is it I ask you

you believe this fool

who has lied to you so many time in the past

and will do again and again

laughing each time

mocking your whims and vulgar desires

as it serves each and every time

its masters will

sit with me a while and let me show you the futilities of your way

listen and watch with me as we see

how cruel and deceiving she really is

the one you trust so dearly

the one who tells you must have this

this will be the last object of your ultimate desire for happiness

until you open your eyes and look again

and then and then

watch as it unfolds

from one side to the next

each one as right as the last

each one as true as the next

until you see the million truths

each true to its own cause

each having its own just way

so which one will you chose know

now you know they are all right

and nothing ever was wrong

what now when you know

it never really mattered which one you chose

it mattered how felt your way through

did i ever stop to feel

always obsessed by the end being right

forgetting each stage and its beauties to be felt

I look at my chart with all the results so perfectly planned out

not remembering the people the places, the events

it was the right ending for sure

right for who though

if all the endings were right