That day it's been on

Since the one-day I was born

Fighting live demons

Soldier resources are gone

Carry on life bleak

Vision blurry no water

Food scarce lacking health

The word renewal of mind

I see it was me

The Most High he led me on

Presence made me strong

He gave me today and stayed

He who speaks through the soul knows the truth has been told. Those who simply speak are under mind control. Simply regurgitation of what has been said. Ceased talking to them because they did not heed to truth nor wanted to know. As long their life is comfortable they don't care what lies they were sold. That life is what makes them hold. Threaten their materials and their will fold. They always have that excuse I didn't a choice, but in the end you chose to listen their voice.

I am completely drawing a blank, but one thing did come to mind. The night I had 50-100 dreams in one night. Mind blogging? Mind-breaking I'd say. I've had all types of crazy dreams experiences, but never that many in a night. I don't remember not a single one. I'm only certain of a number past 40, but no more than 100. I was way beyond overwhelmed. I was brain fried. The closest description I can give is a bullet made of dreams/experiences/memories was shot into my head and spread throughout the nerves of the brain then dissipated when I woke up. Only the heart remembers it now.

Few years ago back then you lashed out at whatever you liked. At the job, on the street, online, at school etc... I admit you do have good taste however, I suppressed you here or there depending on circumstance. You looked at me as if I was crazy. If it wasn't for my man ''Reason'' I may have agreed. You may not be picky, but I am. I was able to stop you then because my boy "Will" came through strong. Years have passed and you have been silent, too silent... If back then you were a flashy open blade, then now you are a tightly sheaved blade waiting to strike. As if you're amassing power to surpass the weakening seal placed upon you, and by extension my team. You have gained the things I've lost. You're waiting for an opportunity, at my weakest to attack my mind and gain control over me to become a menace. You are right to do so I cannot always be strong. There may be an opportunity sometime soon. Why am I telling you this? Well you're a part of me vice-versa how could I not accept you?

Attention, I'm speaking with precision. Listen, it's your decision. Without the present, the past, and the future, you can forget it. I used to confide in one who said they had lived several times. Are you one who treats your visions or dreams as past lives? That's fine maybe or not confirmed, so reaffirm now is what you got. Last opportunity. Last shot. Even if what you say is true, you better live like it's your last. You don't know how many more chances you have. Look pass the petrified past, the present propelling is relevant. Present is past and future.

The paths we walk.

The souls we talk to.

Everyday a piece of the puzzle placed.

Every trial we had, have, and will face.

Is your road abundant or scarce?

Is your steps light or heavy?

We pass the cross roads.

There's no turning back.

The passage behind is gone.

Therefore, we must go on.

Have you figured it out yet?

Or have you forgotten the way?

It's up to you where to go.

Whether inside outside, above or below;

With the flow against the grain,

Hot or cold, wet or dry, pleasure or pain

Remembering these brings reminisce in my mind.

Already traveled these roads.

Now settling down in the humble abode.

This chapter is already closed.

For the next one perhaps a untold journey will unfold.

In the darkness the moon looms over.

Boundless night the moon reflects.

Spirits are attracted by the soft glow.

Thieves are excited.

Assassins are perched lurking.

Mid-night walkers are touching insanity

Passing through the dim path.

Going to where the monsters laugh.

Time is running out.

Clouds are flying over.

The glow in your soul is fading away.

Clowns came out and play.

Only your favorite game.

Sand in the hour-glass dropped the last piece of grain.

Peeking over the horizon the sun-light burst out.

Wiping the twilight away.

Scattering back into their holes

Waiting for their time again.