Noted and Forgotten

Rooted in the womb of vision, The matrix defines perception. Bonded by blood to the life force. If we were to sever the umbilical cord to Maya, All that will be left are ghost shells. GrymmRipper :]

My name is Kismet. Life on autopilot, Predetermined choices, And fictional freedom. With a voice that bears no gravity, And a body that bears no weight. The sky is out of reach, And the Earth? No, I am not grounded. I dwell in a subconscious limbo. Constantly arriving, At points of diversion. On a bifurcated trail, I turned left. For a left is a left, And a right is a left. Beyond the split, I depart, Yet again, only to arrive, At another divide, I turned right. For a right is a right, And a left is a right. My name is Kismet, And my life is on autopilot. Morals and ethics, Doctrines of religion, Schools of philosophy, Abandoning one, And adopting another. A conviction of free will. Free will? Free will? Free will you say? What a fool. My name is Kismet, Takdir. Fate. My life is on autopilot. Grymmripper :]

By the roadside, We gazed at stars, Admired the moon, You smiled. In our minds, We stayed, In our hearts, We wandered. Then came the drizzle, We stood, We laughed, Took it all in, Got soaked. Time stopped, All was good, All was well. You smiled, And nothing changed. GrymmRipper :]