Prime

I couldn't let it be, I always knew. Endlessly, I
threw away all my observations, cause it was too
easy, so I ignored it carelessly. Before I couldn't
come through. I couldn't realize myself, I couldn't
go beyond the perceptions of all of you.

And yes, it was provoking me too. Effortless now,
imagine if I tried. I just had to let loose, but I hold
back cause I have to play my part in Act II. A
wanderer in the world, passing through and never
settling now. I could never get lost, though I
always wondered how. Meeting people in all those
phases, learning things that never faded. Yet, I
always tried to hold myself. The loss of control, I
always craved it.

Learning that everyone's on the surface, and its hard
not to notice. So I try to abide, but the problem is that
I even try. Instead I taste the sublime and get distracted
by life in especially these times. Where I have to pretend
to be fine, while the surface holds so much grime. To
let go means something different each time, and that's
the beauty of it. Impermanence pushes me every time,
and each day I'm in my prime.