I neglected, then came forth, with change of perception.
My heart is ending, becoming cold and calloused.
Stops me in my tracks, pushes me to the narrowest path.
I am back, in a matter of seconds.
As much as I work, I need equal amounts of time in resting.
I am no peasant!
I lessen my standards, in hopes of correction.
But their ego is stone.
And I feel stoned.
Trying to awake a soul, but the truth can not be told.
It can only be realized…
I write with delicate ways, versatility is my approach.
Then I evolve higher, eventually they may follow…
Souls, cannot forever stay hollow, and God knows.
Your heart’s intelligence cannot forever stay bottled, that is like losing your soul.