Vision

You have to be willing to accept what you present
What you give is what you have to accept
That is an old thought and I accept that
Cut someone and be cut
Hurt someone and be hurt
Love someone and hope to be loved
I guess balance is what I'm hinting at but that is contrived
You can hurt someone and feel good
You can love someone and be hated
Being hurt and feeling that agonizing pain can be therapy
There is no definition and trends are not
And what could be will and won't or never was
There is certain disorder that must be recognized
Do you alphabetize numbers by numbers or by letters?
I guess I can't see what most see
You can't count on what is most or most common
I just know that there isn't blindness
You can hear to see and be deaf to feel
It pains you with the most intense numbness
All your senses unavailable for interpretation
Only allowed to cry indifference and smile disregard
Longing for independence but dependent on understanding
Lonesome but crowded
This isn't simply a juxtaposition of ideas
Or a misinterpretation but an awakening
Bite human flesh and enjoy the flavor
Cower at the smell of freshly baked cookies
Feel pain as you forgive its sleepiness
Don't regret how you felt and what you adored
Hate with your entire heart and devour with your soul
From your throat to the pit of your stomach and depths of your brain
Be full of insanity and let calm reign in your mouth
Subtract your fault's dreams
And adore your curses and prestige
Be secure and worry, bleed and bleed and bleed
There is something about being and never healing
Existence isn't a scab to be defined but explored
You must gripe with charity and absolve good
Do as you're not told and say what is forced silent
Help others by denial
Today was perfect I didn't accept anything but me
All I care to view