Freedom From Sorrows Shadows echo hauntingly,Slinking along behind me,Certainty steadily fading,Drowning in white noise,Drowning, in my sorrows.Devastated, and confused!Stumbling finding nothing!Still stumbling over nothing!Stumbling, because I stumble!Struggling just to stay upright!Struggling just to take a breath!Uncertain, down might still exist!Uncertain, which direction that is!Uncertain if up, ever really existed!Uncertain up, is ever worth the risk!Uncertain if I actually want to know!Moving, attempting to escape myself!Moving, wandering around in circles!Knowing there's no place to escape to,The whole world begins closing on me,The horizon converges upon the walls;All my senses rebel, imploding inward!All my thoughts lost, in total oblivion!Following all of my thoughts nowhere!As heavy weights, descend on my chest,As my legs no longer bother to obey me,Arms sink to my sides like lead weights!The walls breathe reluctant to touch me,The ceiling lowering, as if to smother me,Haunting laughter, still rings in my ears;Everything in the room, mocking me still.Life itself, feels like a joke at my expense,Shadowing me even in nightmares, asleep,Dogging even my unconscious in my sleep!As if to say, even death can't be my refuge,As if reassuring me, I'm not quite alone yet.As if reminding, there's just nowhere to run.As if any response is better than none at all!As if pain is better, than my just being numb!As if suffering, can sometimes be comforting!When you've broken your ass, hitting bottom!If you are pretty sure your tail-bone is broken,If you no longer doubt up is the only direction!When down has become a complete abstraction,When you're not even sure, there exists a bottom!Something, even modern science cannot measure!So complete you no longer feel the pull of gravity!So complete even your ability to think escapes you!So complete, every direction starts to look the same!So complete every color starts to blend into the gray!So complete everything collapses into a tunnel vision!So complete any kind of sound blends into cacophony!Something you feel, nobody would want to experience!Something you'd never wish on even your worst enemy!When life seems a punishment, instead of simply living!When nothing makes sense, or is the least bit appealing!When struggling just to find the motivation for anything!When everything feels and seems like its horribly wrong!When taking another breath, feels like too much trouble!When simply living might suddenly feel like a living hell!When you can't even find any motivation, to just scream!When everything appears to blur, into a huge ugly mess!When you only want the world to stop so you can get off!When you feel all of your senses beginning to shut down!When it seems futile to raise your fist and curse the fates!When it seems totally futile to do one more damned thing!When living feels like doing life in the worst of all prisons!When you only wish to stop talking, eating, and breathing!When just taking another breath, feels like too much effort!When all of your dreams, just keep turning into nightmares!When even doing absolutely nothing, is no longer appealing,When curling up on the floor feels better than anything else!Whenever you just feel like giving up, throwing in the towel!You can still choose to run in circles screaming and shouting!Driving everyone around you absolutely completely bananas,Until you inevitably fall down upon your knees remembering,Who it is you really want to be.Honesty is such a lonely word, when everyone is so untrue!Honesty is hardly ever heard,Mostly what I need from you.And, people need it desperately,Any other things, can often wait,Another time and some other place,Another day, maybe another decade!Always, where it applies to ourselves!Always, whenever we need it the most!Always if you really know what is good!All classical philosophies, will elaborate!What it means, for any to be more honest!What honesty, is supposed to be all about!What real honesty and integrity can mean!What honesty might mean for any socially!What its like to have an honest advantage!What it means to know who you really are!What honesty really means to them as well!What honesty could do for the entire world!What it means to be a genuine child of God!What it means for anyone to become greater,For the sum to become greater than its parts!For any to become, part of something greater!For us to become greater, than we can believe!For any whole to create, synergistic properties!For any to become much greater than we think;For anyone to actualize, more of their potential!Once a woman from a primitive tribe journeyed!To taste the big apple herself, in New York City!See how the rest of the human race lives in cities,See whatever civilization might have to offer her;See what all the fuss people made, might be about!When curious reporters asked, her first impressions,What struck her upon looking out on a crowded street,Was seeing a vast sea of lonely people,Whereas she had spent her whole life!Everyday since the day she was born!Surrounded, by the same thirty people.Without so much, as other places to go,Without so much as a telephone or book,Without so much as a radio or a mailman,Never even imagining it would be possible!For anyone to be so lonely, in the first place!For someone to feel, such crushing depression,Much less all so sad and lonely in huge crowds;Much less all pressed into each other, like cattle!Still, she like fast food, T.V. and different things!Last I heard of she was happily married with kids!She discovered the Big Apple could be very exciting,Still living in NYC, with her new husband and kids!Many tribals, have no words for things such as greed.Just never really having any actual use for the words!Others, don't even have words for things such as guilt!Possessing an authenticity and integrity any can envy!Yet Babylonians tend to destroy them at every chance!The simplicity, perfect timing, and enchanting charms,Of the child of God we all come into this world to be.When everyone thinks falling on your butt is funny,You may become the next big clown around town,Where clowns frequently get paid to fall down.But, no matter how much you might be paid,The promise of democracy forever remains,An indelible part of our very humanity;Our collective freedom from sorrows.For the right to pursue happiness,As individuals and as a nation!To become the amazing clowns and artists, we were born to be!To become as authentically ourselves as in our wildest dreams!To yet become, as we might aspire all others perceive us to be!To never simply settle, for mere material wealth and power! (Billy Joel)
