Prosthetic

look behind
trace the past
and the thoughts running through your mind
but stops well behind
beyond human sight

look in front
for its namesake
future disillusioned
the truth is not ours to make

look down
at our shadows
the only thing free from the binds

look up
for we are but dolls to our own choices
strung by one above
stranger to all but our own voices
plastic to love

content to be an attachment
with no free will
defining prosthesis
just a continuation of His raiment

look behind
look in front
look down
look up
look where He wishes

...and then the string is broken!

Distortion Process

evolution denies
even the mightiest
sparing not the meek
nor alleviating the righteous

the only survivors
are the ones willing to change
the ones ready to submit
to a will not of their own!

what use is the mirror then
when the image we see is not we?
and all our shadows do convey
are the mistakes of yesterday

but yet... change we must
or face obsoletion
to be replaced
by a beta-version

can we wash away our identities?
and watch our past flow away
with hopes of new possibilities
by the growing light of day

the me of tomorrow
wont be the me of today
the undeniable truth
though it cant wash the tears away

what of our minds then?
do we upgrade?
or languish in the scars of then
and slowly degrade?

welcome to the distortion process
where we break away whatever we own
shed the previous moon's soul
like the survivors...
now I am somebody else!!