The Transcendence ~

~ All alone,
Like a stone.
Thrown in disparity,
Given away in charity,
Kicked,
Picked n thrown again,
In vain,
By the roadside.

I've seen lonesome rain
People passing by
I sit stoned,
That instantaneously minutely slow,
To the lightinging fast transcendence into the 4th dimension.

I move out of myself,
Watch myself sit,
Eyes wide open,
Mind hallucinating,
My brain almost rejecting to process that very state,
As if I could turn the thoughts as the pages of the book of my life.

That extravagantly minute moment,
As the times slows down,
And I watch my own frown.

Instruct myself to go outside,
To lie down under the open sky,
Happy to acknowledge,
That moment when you realize,
How fucking high,
U are,
Trying to find a star,
In the empty sky above me,
All so orange with the bight street lights,
Those distant screams of a couple fight.

The answers I was trying to find,
Come right to me,
I lie still,
As I take a trip through all those mind stirring questions.

Let go,
Let go of that past that haunts you.
The lock to that bag of worries,
We carry over our shoulders,
That burden, heavy ironic boulders.

I am left with a smile,
As I scribble this rhyme.

I sit stoned ~