Intuition

Visions of greatness wash over me

What a strange sight to see

The sight before me, is one of filth, lust and pain

Somehow still, through my eyes, there’s a rainbow, sprinkled with visions of peace, abundance and gain

Not the dark, putrid scene before these eyes

Not a single fear, regret nor thought of demise

I hope that I’ll learn

To see what is, instead of the things for which I yearn

To block out the pain, the suffering and hatred

Replace it with time well spent, and not a single moment wasted

To do away with self-destruction and stagnation

And in its place plant: love, peace and self-adoration

I dream of days that are amazingly mundane

Ones with routines of peace that lack disdain

To enjoy each moment as something new and worthy of my undivided attention

To actions fueled by fire and intrinsic intention

I want to listen to everything bubbling within

From the raging sounds of sadness turned anger

To the pleading voice of my inner child which had grown thin

My intuition, you see l,

Needs to become one with me

Years of listening to everything around

Has deafened me to the sound

Of a voice that is:

LOUD

Pained

Empowered

And ever so meek

The only source, for the answers I seek