it feels like the walls are closing in on me
the sky; as it pour, my promises i recall
as i sit down to meditate, to navigate
to balance between the conscious and the unconscious
i feel my body vibrating at the sound of mantras
every other thing? it never matters

this is the moment, i'm in a presence that transcends
physiological and psychological state
i'm free from all the yoke and bondage of my mind's bait
i wish someone could monitor my heart rate
because it feels like it's beating pretty late
now i know what they call fate
many people do not know and yet they have faith

the slow impending dagger of the unknown
we await gently and eagerly, but how could we have known?
that it might not be what we think we know
we wait until it stabs us before our minds are blown
sometimes aching and burnt,
sometimes conspicuous and palpable

how could be we dull and gullible
we await fate when we could have made our own state,
bake our own cake, drive our own stake
perhaps this was a mistake, how i wish this we could retake
we will be called the architect of our own life,
when we allow our consciousness to partake
and not wait for fate to dictate.

© Steph