But you will never be able to decipher,
What is in my head.
You can dig with a shovel…
Until your face turns blue or red.
To chill or heat from what’s been said.
Or determine to conclude from what you’ve read!
You are not aware from where my thoughts begin.
Or ‘who’ is behind the ‘what’
That influences them!
There is a process that has no specific beginning,
Or an ending that could satisfy me within.
My tongue unleashes with words that seem to spin…
From eyes I have not yet seen,
And apparently neither does ‘this thing’ screen.
Revealing with a meaning,
From other dimensions we exist in!
Defining with comprehension,
As I receive these mental visions.
I am used like a human instrument…
With a consciousness,
I am neither for nor against…
As I am just the participant.
And accepting how this happens without a defense,
That pleases me to know it is intended!
Like you,
I too am a witness!