Specs in the Sand

What are we? What is time? What is this?

I find it odd when the pendulum swirls. 
Because what's really spinning? What's considered the beginning? 
What really is the real? What's really behind the vessel steering my wheel?

It's got my ego trippin'.    

Gotta get in where you fit in was the motto in my earlier days, but still looking for that place in the scheme of things. 400,000 feet from the tips of my feet is where people find they worth on this ominous earth. 

So whats really going on? Is it basic chemistry that has us wired differently? Yet, everyone owns a different set of keys to they levels of insanities. So we each free? The power to own will? So ironic with the mentally ill.  

Am I the receiver or the transmitter? What's a god to a non-believer? What's a sin to the psychopath? What's a word to the deaf man? All set on the critical path trying to decode the master plan.

Slice the flesh discover the universe dripping from the palm of my hand. Chemicals descend till' I fall unconscious and my vision expands. Reveal to self we are all just specs in the sand///  

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"discover the universe dripping from the palm of my hand. Chemicals descend till' I fall unconscious and my vision expands."

A splendid read and write...:).........................

[Ryan Moore]

Thanks! Glad you liked it.

[Sami Khalil]

I did...You are welcome...:).....................

[Mikayla Rasmussen]

wow this was a really powerful piece and shame me if you will for saying so but it would make an excellent rap piece :)

[Ryan Moore]

Thanks for the read!