Self thoughts of visions
Obscured of ones self
Lost in caverns of oblivious light
Bats in a belfry
Not one here in sight
Darkened silence
Searching for sounds
Fleeting feelings
Unleashed of bounds
Kneeling for guidence
No escape!
Trapped by our own...
M i n d l e s s t a p e~~~~~~
as such, the mindless tape of machines,
unlike our own, void of soul, emmulate what
we think is spiritual. We become that which
we extend of ourselves, a mechanism,
a'times,out of control.