A ray of light escapes from the Well of my mind at intervals of clarity.
A state of mind which exists in a state of flux.
A consciousness lit by pools of infrequent insanity.
A reality engine made of flesh and synapses that fire in a position of juxt.

Thought's that are no longer a matter of choice.
Of pictures, of words, of ideas and dreams.
My mouth, my lips, my larynx, my voice.
With words that roll out in reams and reams.

They cascade out in an ordered frenzy.
To deafen all in a raptured cacophony.
A scream insensible but sense to me.
Of which gives meaning to my irony.

To know a thing and yet be without a clue.
I am clued but unable to articulate.
To be verbal and yet unable to do.
I am mad, of bad temper and it irrate.

The message is belief, the call is truth.
I have known and I still know a knowledge.
A thing that is unsettled, a thing wrong and uncouth.
I have sat upon a pedestal and now I sit upon a ledge.

Below there is a rose garden bathed in rain.
People stroll past unaware and irrelevant.
I have something to say, to preach, to explain.
Will you notice me I wonder, will you listen with intent.

I believe you will not give me the time.
I believe you are a mental absence in an absent world.
My belief conforms with no reason or rhyme.
You are a close system, a closed mind, unable to unfurl.

The truth I posses, I would give you freely
I need no payment, nor do I need your praise.
If only you could hear and see me clearly.
But your heads remain down and your thoughts erased.

One day, maybe I will be able to speak unrestrained.
I will struggle to be free of this chatter and tide.
To no longer be ignored or constrained.
My shoulders back and my chest out with pride.

Maybe a ray of my light will ricochet from off a passing dove.
A piece of that illusive illusion we call peace will have flown.
From way down here it will ascended to way up above.
Peace has never been a thing we have had, or have ever known.

This is the truth I have struggled to tell, to clarify.
Even with the helping hand of a wavering grasp of my infrequent sanity.
For years I have yelled, to extol, to magnify.
With reason, with explanation and profanity.

So if you dane to stop, please look up and give me a moment in time.
For I have a things to say that you need to hear.
There's a light at the bottom of your mind that wishes to shine.
A light that has battled against your fear.

There's a world out there full of people in desperate need of an unshackled mind.
Whom need a purpose, a reason, a dove.
People in want of understanding and a sign.
A human race in desperate need of a reason to love and to be loved.