When It Comes Out

When it comes out.. everything changes
This is for me, not for you
Don't bother
When it comes out.. everything changes
Priorities change
Everything goes back to normal
"Normal"
I hope and pray that that is what's normal
When it comes out, the lights then mean something
They mean something other than temptation
They become genuine
They become deep
They provide enlightenment, rather than shame
My "photosynthesis" takes care of that
When it comes out, awareness kills me
Awareness, knowledge, knowing better
It doesn't matter until those moments in retrospect
I tell myself that I will not become it's prisoner again
But I'm wrong
I always am
I'm sorry
I really am
But imperfect still
Not MANY of these, do I have
Not too serious
But enough to haunt me
Especially for what I, "Do"
But I do not repress
I give forth
But yes I do
I mean the first
The previous
Oh, never mind
I change my mind so often
So very complex
But the simplest thing in existence
What do I know, but to throw such things up in the air for the "Birds"..?..
Should you fly, then maybe you could help me
And maybe you could help me if you stood still
Wherever you are
There you are
Oh, I've expected too much
Such things can't be expected from mere humans
Even as perfect as they may be for each other
Things of that nature are intended to prove a powerful and simple fact
That's God's business
Don't leave Him out of it
That's the "Double"
The "Other One"
At least in that sense
He made other things make so much perfect sense, but He is who He is
Ha
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Ha
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Ha...
Things regarding the relatives of these, may never be considered by some
I don't understand that
Such an empty existence
Pointless
Filled with temporary and materialistic heroes
I've known them
They're not as loud anymore
Cause I'm louder myself, lately
When it comes out, I can think
I can see clearly
And I see that it needs not to come out
Not yet
But when it does
......
Watch out...

Vincent J. Vera