The heart speaks what the mind keeps silent
Unspoken are words that may change the minds of the perturbed.
Are these images in my head…
But would I rather seek solace in them?
Or in the words that are unspoken and will be with me until I’m dead
Alive is my body but my mind is racing
No finish line is in sight so my legs find the strength
To continue this race
Against all odds of ever winning
But this is only the beginning
This start is that of one ending
Mixed signals and obvious signs
That I missed, remaining blind
I see what the heart wants
But the mind plays tricks
So what you want is only what you think
Deep into your consciousness
One must sense that
Sixth sense is meant to
Dive deep into my unconsciousness
Then what sense
Will it make if I was to make sense
Of this conscious state
If I’m not aware of what makes me conscious
I seek sense in the unknown
To know what is known
But to know more is to want to explore more unknowns
Causing our minds to encompass more unknowns
So what we don’t know may never be what we already know
Making it so
That our minds are so unpredictable
But predictable is that our heart beats
Allowing us to speak freely
What our minds refuse to speak…
Some minds may be
It’s only as deep as
Your consciousness allows it to be
You seek what you dare to seek
You dive into the unknowns that dare peak
But to not know
Does that make it interesting?
If so then why must you want to know?
In the back of our consciousness
We must understand what makes us to be
But to be
Is to be aware
That there are unknowns out there
That are meant to remain unknown
Then their cover is blown
Causing us to become a part of a permanent unconscious state
But at what rate
Do we dare speak
The resolution to our fates?
If you know what is to happen
Will you speak for your conscious sake?
Or will you match the somber rhythm of your heart
And detach and become a part
Of the silence?
Our sixth sense is there to make sense
Of the parallels that makes us able
To put a noun and a verb together to make a sentence.
What’s the use of writing words in any tense?
If we fail to make sense of the words
That remain speechless
We text this, speak less and write speeches
But remain speechless making our words useless
Meaningless to the usefulness of our consciousness
But left in the unknown are the words in our unconsciousness
That we leave there because our heart beats more or less
To the impulsive beats of the predictable liveliness
That is our life in silence
Our minds are truly one of madness
We see these images and dare not speak of their awareness
Sadness and depression is the aftermath of this succession
The cycle of ignorance will continue to flourish
We love so hard but can never think in such a manner
What’s the use of our words if we just speak useless banter?
To change the way our minds are filled with the uncertainty of the unknown
Seek what is known and what is there
To become more aware of the things that we all share
Too busy finding unknowns in the differences in our existence
While we can know the similarities to have some clarity
In this world shared by you and me
If we all come to the reality that we all die at the end of this thing
Then what’s the point of hiding
And not speaking what the mind wants to say so badly?
Our hearts are so predictable
Would this land be here if we loved it so?
Will there even be a prison if we used our hearts, really?
What’s the point of it all if we can’t think freely?
To really get deep
Say what you need, not what you feel
Most likely what you feel isn’t really real
What you feel is what you think you feel
That’s the mind playing a trick
So if this is the case then none of this is real
So who’s to say what any of this means
If even you don’t even know what any of this means
We make up things to make sense of the unknown
Making more unknowns for us to make known
If this is the case, then nothing is known
And what we learn is forever lost
In the words that the heart speak and the mind keeps locked in silently
What is there to unlock?
What use is there of the key?
We sink deep into our unconsciousness
To maybe seek refuge from all of this mess
With no clue what is fake and what is reality
This is the true definition of insanity
But what is insane
May not ever be
Did my mind just play another trick on me?