Two voices

Dear chris, do you still remember me, sanity, damn, insanity has got a hold of you like some pliers, stop lying, and stop it, i was once your treasure, you only pleasure, we had some set backs, but just relapse, you just packed your bags, and left me broken in rags, all the time we had, all the time we spent, how could your forget, you used to take me to bed, when you get up you're the first thing there, where, what, why, thats what im asking,  out of sight and out of mind, where can we meet and find, somewhere where we can ignite, the light that was once so bright, but now you've faded to the dark light..

I've found my own path now, I can deal without you know, I've somehow stopped believing, stopped feeding, Im' more fasting than eating, more listening than speaking, too many things said with eager lips, all can be alleviated with truthfulness, it's all about the universe and what it is, not so much about the money, you see, poverty has left with a new sight, an eternal light, bible beside my bed, the gita on my mind, next the koran, see everything is part of the plan, I took the opportunity and ran,

Materialism is just a schzm, I'm not trying to lock you in a prison, just be part of the system, its changing, it gets cold, and yes you may feel at times bold, strong, uphold, but sooner or later you'll fold, and wear away like mold, I'm not trying to tell you to be sold, just work a little bit and get a sense of it, timidness is also a sin, and limitless is what you should be,

A few watches a few rings, it takes more than that to get me in, some nice cars to impress the girlies, a whirlwind of objects and things, endless possibilities of coping new materials, just to feel imperial, but as shiny as it may be, temporary is the life it lives, a gush of emotions, only to be flushed by the tide, the empty void has a voice, calling out, but we don't listen, fill it up with objects and things, lifeless, that's not what I want to be,