#WritcoPoemPrompt79

who am i writing for?
myself or the ones behind the scenes.
no grammar can understand the spiritual realm we see.
ghostly host of the unknown words.
spoken into echoes.
dreams become blurred.
vision of thoughts.
the mind is a maze.
darkness supplied in the rage.
a sick game that we play.
returned to the beginning.
to see why we entertain the sane.
when in fact the trouble laughs.
no language can utter the same.
FIRST TO CONTROL EMOTION.
does it hurt to see the lies?
does it work to speak of time.
like we didnt think we tried?
saving a lost world.
who are we to keep arguing?
solving problem that are not ours.
that is the curse of the following.
become a leader of yourself.
individual values are the eternal wealth.
infinite gaze of the amazement of life.
miracles of stories replaced by images of why?