word vomit by mimi

purpose and the need for everything

some how we all ways end up back here
or there or any where we wonder and
wonder until the blind dissolve into the deaf
and spent how do we get here, and all ways
questions for more what IS IT about the questions
which cease to have an end
 is it the cycle which must surpass or the InfinitE
 which constantly encases us?
The birth of language,
 enabled us to process aloud and the birth
of theory allowed us to choose a path for me and a path for you,
 like a Ferris-wheel that never goes around
 more than once
 the paths just kept diverging, our circle kept evolving,
the natural cycle for a daydream of the ripe and ready ones,
 like a fruit and nut, which grow for their Own good
 and for benefit of All,
we can say, thank you for this pristine,
beauty enveloping our madness within,
call it what you MAY, this chaos is only one of Many.
A rapid growth of individualism collides with Earth's ability to Provide,
and so we all ways needed more than enough
 and now, we have more than we could ever need,
and some starve, while others, overflow,
and the balance of this and that, tipped over, years ago,
centuries and decades.. so, surely, some-day soon,
 we will reach the finish line, of this theory of drawing lines,
 and boxes, around, every possibility of probability
 and fact-izing every theory, the mix and match of dream and fact,
oh how the matrix has run amok,
and offered that, in its Own, way,
 it provides what it needs, to conquer and create.
The ability to think bigger than our Selves,
 is alive and well,
i think we will have a garden, and some animals,
the way we choose will be up to the truth
which transcends the Mes and Yous.