Sediment Poem by Vision Ghost

Drifting yet captured, by the powers that be
Unsettled and yet ok moving, to be so free
Like the youngest eyes, in amongst children
Emotion caught in the brain, by sight or pen

Falling away a world, of secular definitions
The running of the current, of life’s visions
Like smallest stones, at the bottom of streams
Sometimes so calm, and others of extremes

Does it matter at all, when we all head a way?
Toward the inevitable point, of another day
Should I settle here and let, these lives pass by?
To be devoid of time, without ever asking why

Perhaps we should all be blind, and be closer
To hold onto everything, that is now forever
However long that really, ever, actually lasts
For without vision, we cannot hide in masks

Why reach for the synthetic, when it’s cold?
Simply acclimatise, allowing for natures hold
To touch and re-splint, the break we created
Or is it just too late, with destruction so fated?

Sometimes I feel our thoughts, are pathological
That pertaining to logic, is limitation unequivocal
Would it be the right time, to cure this disease?
But what antidote is there, to set our minds at ease?

So for when the river stops, and our bodies fall
Grounded forever when, all is fate, stands so tall
That I pray for rain, thus to carry me away again
To somewhere other than here, as another grain

But never knowing the destinies, to where I go
Like so many of friends, I’ve lost in times throe
Never to be lost, in the simple acknowledgement
That life is thus a river, as we are the sediment