Apathetic Daemons

A Poem by ExposedSiren

Working on the title, give it time.

In a moment, take in all that surrounds you.

The winds gentle touch as it caresses your shoulder,
The warmth you feel from the fiery sun up above,
The sing-song tunes you hear in the distance from the birds,
The crunchy gravel beneath your naked feet,
The cerulean sky, just waiting to swallow you up....

Take a moment to really feel It.

All that you are Feeling,
                                 Seeing,
      Breathing,
                    Hearing,
                               Tasting...

Do you recognize It?
That It is you, yourself in another form.

You are the gentle wind,
The same way that you are a vicious storm.

You are the sunshine,
Just as you are the rain...

You are the set of keys,
to a very specific gate.

Feel free to unlock it,
and learn to bathe in all that you are,
and all that you have become.

We are but trapped energy,
"Bored Gods', if you will,
Bouncing around in the biggest playground you can imagine.

Enjoy It.