Turning Tables

Standing in quick sand with a sign yelling "fuck it". Might as well be a ton of bricks. Giving into emotional gravity like his majesty when he grabs the key, unlocks Pandora's box just to see how evil humans can be. Damn. It's not even noon yet but the fire in my belly is hot enough to burn through the Zhan dynasty, wish I had Lao Tzu on speed dial, because at times like these he is the only one who makes sense to me. Calm the flame, slow the brain, be in the present, it's all a game, blah blah blah, I've seen this diagnose before, reason vs reason without ever exploring the emotional lava scalding my veins. Pain. Not this time, I am on a crusade to blast through the barriers like the tin man on his first date. And I don't need the wizard of Oz to know I am a child of God, my heart speaks volumes, the king of my emerald city. I am an alchemist certified by Cassius Clay, champion of my reality watch me pave my way, take emotions and roll them into bites of knowledge, digest them with a violet flame, burp out the bullshit, rest knowing I AM Made.