burning the manual it shall be ..
Bigger than Me
How many lines shall I keep reading, and how many questions shall stop me? The closer I am the farther the answers seem to be, and more then do I have to strip away my personal convictions perhaps I reach a pure thought. The pain is deep, the time is racing, and trying to complete myself to reach a purpose is steep. I shed some tears, and laugh upon the steers I made in my life, but the explosions within never sleep. This storm came and changed everything so fast – everything before seemed little and simple, but now I might have gotten taller, yet everything became bigger than me. Blinded by passion, tortured by emotion, and shredded by introspection, I spend my days waiting for some kind of redemption.
My extraversion beats the conclusions of my introversion, and vice-versa; thus, keeping me in some cloudy position - bigger than me. This war of ranging dispositions is slower than the dimensions that this world is driven by and so goes by unnoticed. Therefore, the venoms affect it has on me is not obvious but somehow my consciousness noticed it, and in-effect took away the belief of belonging. I have shifted far from what used to be reality to seeing how this reality is simply crafted illusions.
I have been down this road before, but given-up and pushed myself back to the manual of “life.” The manual of life, the constitutions I never signed, and the fictitious codes of the Human designed systems. These systems that shape societies, laws, and all walks of life are made by humans to enslave humans.
Only the one who created human can free humans.
- Al-Gassim Sharafuddin July 29, 2012 4:04 AM
Bigger than Me
How many lines shall I keep reading, and how many questions shall stop me? The closer I am the farther the answers seem to be, and more then do I have to strip away my personal convictions perhaps I reach a pure thought. The pain is deep, the time is racing, and trying to complete myself to reach a purpose is steep. I shed some tears, and laugh upon the steers I made in my life, but the explosions within never sleep. This storm came and changed everything so fast – everything before seemed little and simple, but now I might have gotten taller, yet everything became bigger than me. Blinded by passion, tortured by emotion, and shredded by introspection, I spend my days waiting for some kind of redemption.
My extraversion beats the conclusions of my introversion, and vice-versa; thus, keeping me in some cloudy position - bigger than me. This war of ranging dispositions is slower than the dimensions that this world is driven by and so goes by unnoticed. Therefore, the venoms affect it has on me is not obvious but somehow my consciousness noticed it, and in-effect took away the belief of belonging. I have shifted far from what used to be reality to seeing how this reality is simply crafted illusions.
I have been down this road before, but given-up and pushed myself back to the manual of “life.” The manual of life, the constitutions I never signed, and the fictitious codes of the Human designed systems. These systems that shape societies, laws, and all walks of life are made by humans to enslave humans.
Only the one who created human can free humans.
- Al-Gassim Sharafuddin July 29, 2012 4:04 AM