When you wake
tomorrow morning
eyes slowly peeling open
heavy with the knowledge of another day
like this…
when the voices
start to murmur
bicker, badger
and bite
when the clarity
of simple color
starts to collapse
into
fused chaos
when dullness
darkness and
despair
seem to dictate
the days
direction
when repeated patterns
push purgatory
upon
our path
again…
“do it this time, it will be different”
as swollen thoughts
enflame
reality
and memory commits
to treachery
we strain
to retrieve
a never-existent past
to secure
a nonexistent future
when the voices
start to murmur
bicker, badger
and bite
it’s not on each shoulder
they sit and they smolder
it’s asylum inside of the mind
that they seek
permanently harbored
in the havoc they wreak
so take the risk and let both roam
for you it’s time to come on home
you’ve been out wandering
long enough
your road has been both
rough and tough
expel the imposter
from its burrowing hole
your supplies better spent
to uplift your soul
when confronted
head-on
by the badger and bite
and the tinnitus
stings through
the day and the night
unwind the mind
and beneath
the labyrinth
you will find
your shrine reserved
for all of time
and when you sleep
tomorrow night
eyes slowly floating closed
with the knowledge of another day
like this…
choose
to let the
Inaudible Truth
Roar in Technicolor