The Silent Spindler
By astorytoldintruth on Friday, April 27th, 2012
Weaving webs deep into crevices into the earths core, into ones own deepest resides. What have I found in the center of the world, but another me entirely. And yet now I find myself looking up, at the me I always was. And yet, to you kind stranger across the ocean, dug deep in a hole that crosses the earth. The Truth is Mother, you can dig a hole to china. I just dug the wrong earth. What waits beyond the doors of tomorrow. When we no longer face the past but the future? Always looking for a way out, now trying to find a way in. In and Up. I’ve got these pieces of a puzzle, and I suppose this telescope to see afar. And i’m not alone on this journey, quite like I thought I would be. I suppose even when i’m the only character on the page, I’ve still got all these pieces with me. Don’t you already know what the picture looks like? Don’t you ever listen to yourself? I guess I’ve just grown really fond of walking blind. Will they ever understand the way he spends his time? Are you afraid of being weak boy? Enjoying the splendor of a spindler telling time. Why is enjoyment such an important lesson? What’s the life worth living that is unsavored? A whole breadth of experience and story to tell, all in the golden twine of life. So am I the Destroyer? Or the Savior? But not a saver indeed. I’m just somewhere around here, trying to fill the need. But a need for what? I lack all thought. I’m just on a boat, a pirate of heart. But I would never take, what isn’t given a line. I’ll just give away, what was never really mine. Ambition is true. I’d do it all for you. But I should do it for me. A love i’m trying to see. So now we cross the sea. A rainbow bridge of me. Between my brow would be. Him. I’ve just got to see. But together we’ll succeed. Salvation or Destruction at my whim, I blow the direction of my own sail. Blown by me always. Yet my lips rest silent. Blind men walking the best roads, led by an I that sees. Guess who i’ve learned to be?