Prisms – 16 Mar 2004
I walk to the door with the prisms of my life
The real and fake the truth and fact
As I walk and I see
The world like a sepia photograph to me
The sky is fake the dirt is real
The truth is strange the lies home
What I seek I don’t know
I have a path but not a light?
I have a light but not a path?
When exposed to the truth I see life
When I feel dirty I feel at home
I want to walk on two paths yet have to choose one
The choice is obvious yet the first steps down it are hard
I see what I want and what is there
They’re rarely the same
What was I thinking
I created this after a weekend of no sleep, and I was [still am] strugling with some issues in my faith.
When I am talking about the prisms it is our personal biases [or cultural or social] and we wear these
like a pair of glasses.
I would [still do sometimes] see the spiritual side of life as separated from the present.
The whole thing about the lies being home was that we can get so wrapped up in the things around us and
focus on the wrong parts of our lives that it just seems like that is the normal place to be.
The next few verses are about the walk in faith and trying to find the correct path, and not wanting
to see what had to be changed.
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