We are born

We are born without a state of mind, thought Sin our behavior is often blind. With time we forget that we commit a crime, and the twisted tongue convinces us the our attitude is fine.

We are born into a world that is based on decisions, that like the Matrix clouds out what is the real mission. So we journey and live the life of a stranger, who is friend-who is foe how can I tell when I am safe and when I am In danger?

We are born with eyes that only see, what someone else has comission us to view as reallity, Perception brought by the fancy needs, that wrap around our constsnt affications of unlimited greed. Who could place us in such a predictable mess no need to guess our Mirror has undress this shadowery pest. Like a spider spinning without rest, doing its best to steal all that we may have that is bless. It lives in our chest ready to confess, I am not a creator of the vile and the detest.
I am a thought that has no bones-I live in a half-way house that you call home, my shape-my face-my voice and my zone, are always hidden always alone. Untiil you act, until you creep, until you forget that you sow what you reap.

We are born with a will to choose, so of us become confused and so we lose, to the fool and all of his misguided rules, playing out the drama that feels like school. So un-cool to work with tools-that are unable to fix life's problems to run so smooth.  

We are born and sometimes we still remain asleep, waithing for a birth
that si just outside our reach.