Between a stone and a hard place

I have never known comfort, just have never sat on that cushion
my whole life has been a struggle of force either I’m pulling or pushing
to my self I stay loyal, color purple
we know the earth is round, some try to prove the theory by running around in cycles.

I have found a center that is not based on their sentiments

I hate the awkwardness in there silent moments
I don’t know why memory holds them
as if to remind us that we are indecisive
factual only thanks to reason to ground us from drifting, dripping from an empty thought.

I sought the greatness of the gods

anything less is subjective and submissive to laws installed and maintained by a sword
in my journey of self, I found there is no beauty in solitude
yet I refrain from the cluster that have made culture out of senseless attitude

from the heat of hypocrites I hibernate

because when they speak they speculate
instead of a tongue they have a razor blade
words of wisdom is nourishment that reaffirms faith
flash all fantasies and face reality the biggest nightmare
if he has any courage he might stare