Ecclactide

Nothing here to show that there's life outside the confines of this winding road inside my mind. Nothing just left here unenlightened with no hope. Made to be creative instead of (God forbid) illuminated. Seeing beauty and perverting the message it was meant to give, never hearing, never speaking of the worth within. Left alone with only thoughts to occupy my mind now fully wasted.

Given meaning finally eyes are open wide, no longer weak no longer broken. Lips they have new songs to sing for the first time. Ears hear words more clearly spoken.

Nothing original will ever be again, just that same old unique snow flake we've all seen before. No depth no truth, left with vague and empty words inside our heads.
But in the end all will be made new the meaning and the truth of all revealed.
Am I free?.....Am I free?..... Am I free......I am free!!!
He freed me from such a meaningless...from my lonesome life of nothingness.