Cut the Strings

What makes everyone think that to get to the place they need to be they have to follow a certain corridor and trail behind such strict guidelines. If this were true, where the hell is the map that we should have been given? Shouldn’t we have all gotten one the day we hit puberty? An envelope sent to us by the puppet masters of humanity. Do not get confused, though they may have hands to guide our twine, they are simply not of flesh. No not even a “they”. “It” is how I would describe this thing of control, something that governs our time. It manipulates our strides along wooden panels of the stage. Yet we allow such interaction because of what? That it wears a long pallid coat and carries a clipboard of documents? Pull your arms down and force the strings to your knees. Look up at this “master”, see how the pages are blank and Its coat is made of cheap cloth. Don’t allow yourself  to be controlled. If the knife not be in your pocket than I will gladly hand over my blades to cut you down from these strings.

If your still asking the question of who or what this “It” really is, then I would ask that you look at the HELLO MY NAME IS tag on Its shirt. It will not be a name so don’t get your hopes up. It will not be letters or numbers of a sort but simply a mirror, a window, a satellite and if you can wrap your mind around it, a wormhole through time. It is, now hold your breath and brace yourself, society. What a shock. It is you in the mirror, your neighbors in the window, the people on this Earth, and one’s we’ve forgotten who left us here to walk the same path.

I wish more than anything that people would just leave me in charge of my own life and let me live it my way. Like they have any idea who I am and what I’m called to do, like they’ve done so well for themselves, like they did everything right in their own lives. I am curious though. Where do we get these fabricated ideals from? These guidelines and rules that have been built up in our minds. I almost wish they were carved in stone somewhere, how easy it would be. That way I wouldn’t have the anxiety and constant turbulence of trying to jump off this vintage worn down path onto a road that is vacant and untouched by society. It would feel right to go along with what they say, never making choices. Hell, I wouldn’t even need a heart. What does a spirit know anyway? It has no logic or experience to base its verdict on. Its has no eyes to guide me. Yet my mind has reason, an understanding of the world. It clearly sees my path and recognizes the gravel. It hears what they say and goes along with the statute, telling my legs to keep on marching. Oh how simple it would be to toss my heart aside and go by what is written. Unfortunately, it is not printed somewhere on cobble stone so I guess ill just have to keep dodging the obstacles and make my own way to the less trekked pathway where I believe I must go. Wherever that may be I hope that others will follow rather than dragging their feet along the habitual dirt path which is so torn down it grows no vegetation and produces no fruit for you nor I to survive. I can assure you though, by flocking like sheep to the feet of society you leave no room for imagination and endless passion to your final end.  I promise that will not be me. You see I read somewhere that the heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of. It sees beauty in flaws and finds love in shades of color. It sees reason in disruption and control where there is total chaos. I’m not sure about you but I’d rather be blind to their rules than blind to MY ideas and MY dreams and the paths to get me there than follow such a desolate trail marked by those with expensive business suits and Rolex watches who say it’s the only way to success. I’ll never settle for they hand me. I’ll snatch it from their finger’s grip but I wont stop their. No.  I’ll whip it from their pockets and snatch it from their briefcase. Not because I am a thief or bandit but because it was mine from the beginning…