"Something happens to you when you get on the inside"

Poetic word vomit/insight for people who are perhaps unwittingly... lost

Disclaimer: This is NOT how I feel. It is how I imagine people like Yuval Harari will feel when they meet their maker. A flash of the lives of the people who sell their souls for fame, money or superficial ‘power’ in ‘poetic’ phrasing. I hope one day we can truly live in harmony.

Something happens to you when you get on the inside

It happens in spite of you; like a piece of you dies

It’s clear to see if you wade through the lies

A phantom shadow of yourself, too faint: your cries.

Like a whirlpool of everything you thought you ever wanted

Around you all at once, once the task at hand daunting

Prizes, gifts, awards, big - your wall of plaques for flaunting

Up like the Ball on New Year’s Eve, people chanting.

Do this, do that, sign this, sign that

A rush and a flurry

The deal with the devil

Must be done in hurry

The crowds grow big and that feeling grows

Of being somebody, unlike all else, who knows

the things only for the mighty ears of the sold, but,

beware all that glitters, for it might not be gold.

By the time you might see, it could be too late

You’ve already wandered so far past hell’s gate

The wick on your candle is too hard to handle

Fire bright below, you descend to your fate.

The kind of aloneness I imagine you feel

Is nothing felt in the realm of ‘the real’

Severing bonds with the likes of your own,

The first step in knowing that dark unknown.

The real is the place they don’t want you to find

Where spirits soar to encourage the mind

to explore and create and embrace and feed,

No fear, no wanting, no hate, no greed.

I know you don’t think we can relate to your plight

You’ve sold your soul, gone, no need to fight

But I know somehow that it’s never too late

To relearn yourself and embrace a new fate.

The thing about it all is that evil will lie

The lie is within you and you must look inside

The battle fought is for no one else

Dig it out, embrace the real, feel what you once felt.

The truth is that I know nothing about you,

But we face the same challenges and the same lure

I want you to know that we’re not all that bad

Trust yourself to ‘have’, in a world you never had.

Having is true power, the power of choice

This is no illusion brother, it is your voice.

They’ll scream and rage: why do you continue?

Stand and proclaim, ‘because I choose to’.

I think that most people are rescuable from the Crudbugglers. Not all, but most. I think this because I believe they are still human, like Yuval Harari states. It’s kind of weird that someone so flagrantly detached from the oneness of us inspired these words in me.

I hope one day you understand what God would want you to understand, in this life.

The hubris is so … big.