The Pupil

Lost in our thoughts
To permanence and everlasting truth,
Your guard has shown susceptible

Consequence before actions
Fleeting acceptance through and through
But the fact remains the inception mirrors the cessation you refute

Lost in our thoughts
Failure to see that fixed form is a hoax
Its laughable

Severing from the severed takes fortitude
All you've dreamed has not come true
Now you're paralyzed
But look past all words and the atrophy subsides

Quit running from the wind
This i know, that nothing is set in stone
And if words cut to the bone like daggers,

Then i'll puncture,
And drain you of all that you've known

You proved yourself wrong
How dare you
You cannot feed the beast if you pursue the muse
Beseech and see what follows
Then the land will feed on you