i'm a third eye shy of a divine high five;
i'm blind.
i want to see now, please.
pleased in pleasing every deity,
though i won't fall back in line,
that's not what was meant;
freedom, liberty, a life well spent,
where spending time transcends the clock,
where a clock is nothing more than a meager tick or a tock.
i don't want to think i know,
i want to know,
or better yet, i want to grow.

i wonder if it all makes sense in the last moment before we die...