Reforming
by Samsara
Pt 1-Understanding
In a sea full of voices, one big cacophony
nothing distracts me from the nothing in me
I behold only chaos, and there's no reason to be
From the midst of the confusion, something wakens in me
Patterns are forming
Rising up through the for
Making sense of the senseless
Suffuse through all of my consciousness
Engulf me in meaning
They give me direction
They are the key to understanding
Posess my perception
The void, being empty, holds an endless amount... from which all things are born.
I have found that if I make the choice to care, all becomes clear.
Pt 2- Identity
My sense of self suspended and floating and fluid
I feel I'm firmly anchored to nothing now
Every choice I make coming naturally as I'm
filling all the gaps I see
Fear comes from behind me and rises above me
and I see I'm reaching out, searching desperately
for a name or a face or a place or a certain something
to attach identity
Pain in my head, but is my head me or is it just a mirror?
Pain surrounds me, makes me question the old, makes me question identity
This is mine and that is mine
It's all illusory
This is me, but that's not me
It's all illusory
Pain in my hands, but they and what they create are just a mirror
Pain consumes me, destroying the old, making room for new identity
Pt 3- Cleansing
I feel it forming
I feel it moving
A new direction
A new beginning
But there are pieces still alive in me
Old perceptions now resurfacing
So I battle old identities
That I didn't have the pain back then to free
My world and consciousness confused
Am I what I was or what is coming through?
I must die, so either way I lose
unless I choose a me that virtue's pointing to
Now all these egos that seemed frozen in time,
reanimated, they pull me from mine
With their direction, they split my unfocused mind
Somehow I must make the many combine
My world and consciousness confused
Am I what I was or what is coming through?
I must die, so either way I lose
unless I choose a me that virtue's pointing to
And now finally, stepping from the shadows,
these saboteurs appear and confront me directly
I must reconcile these old selves with the new
because I must be whole to evolve as a whole
This cleansing will come to me
by reassuming these old identities
Soon I'll find that what I remember of me
must be destroyed by who I'm coming to be
Lyrics by Just A. Name
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Reason for writing:
I wrote this to search for others trying to figure out the nature of the self and its origin.
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