Talking About You Helps

I am not comfortable talking about myself so maybe talking about you might help.
I think you are a rebel without a cause or at least one that will make people applaud.
I think you are subtle and destitute, unbefitting into the box marked "you"....confused, aloof, drowning in truth.
I think you like being lied to simply because it gives you nothing to chew
your food for thought has been bought by the system .
I think you wear a mask of pride but rumbling inside are the rivers you cry in the black of night while begging for the sun of light.
I think you are fruit past it's season,decaying from the pulp of your treason.
I think you've betrayed yourself, traded in your expression for the keeping of your stealth.
Soon everyone will know you move mountains with the blink of an eye and paint rainbows in the sky.
That when you hurt the angels refuse to fly and people die.
Some can already see that your smile is what brings the green to the trees, laughter to the seas, men to their knees, babies to their ease, flight to the bees, confessions to the priest.
Your pitch is high as the moon on which you reside, you glow with the pulse of a rhythm in the key of I.
You are of duplicity, the creater and the created.
You are of multiplicity, through you have come many.
You are quiet when it's loud and quiet when it's not.
You speak only when your words are sought.
You are a dream, difficult to capture but hard to forget
You are peace like the day after the world comes to an end.
I'm not comfortable talking about myself so it's something I just won't do,
even if talking about me sounds a lot like talking about you.

Written By:
GenIsis