Chosen

Many are called...but few...
Are Chosen

Chosen...
to walk backwards
through space and time
then stop the continuum
on a thin dime...
Just to find...
A few of those horrible thoughts
and erase them from my mind...

Yeah...
Cause I don't get to have that
mental breakdown
I so richly deserve

I must maintain control
of my mainframe even
when I swerve...and
hit mental curves
Making sure I don't
detach my soul
Yet ...sometimes
it is so hard
to maintain control

Sometimes.... I
want to Yell at the sky
till the Sun burns out
and ...grows cold

I WANT TO DROP THE BALL
then take 5 steps back
just so I can kick the shit
out of the ball ....
Being responsible is TOO overated

Chosen they say...
Chosen to believe
that I wont bleed
even after being stabbed
to death...by reality

Chosen to stand...
with pitchforks in my feet
as I try to beat
the sins that have
become curses from
my Ancestors ...

I was Chosen...
to reap what Elders
have previously sown...
but don't they know...
that I...am tired of
doing this shit on my own

Though my cross can not be carried
by another soul....
As I wonder...If Misery is what
I was Chosen for...since I've
been grown...

There are too many questions
running around my dome...
As I strive not to squander
The riches and gifts of the spirit
as My heart wanders....

As I look around me...
nothing is as it was told it would be
Nothing is simple...
Nor... is it easy...

I wish there was a way
to revive these dying embers
inside of me...
As I am decidedly...
Disenchanted
I wish I had 3 wishes
That I could be granted...
Damn...
where's a good Djinn when
You need One...
To be Chosen...
Is only good for those
who don't have pitchforks
in there feet, and don't have
to walk on broken toes