Impulse Poem by Vision Ghost

Selective decisions foundered, by a decisive consciousness
Creative pathology of the universal acronym, of emptiness
A void that hungers to be fed, with the all so knowledgeable
Grant me the key to open to the, newly sought psychological

That all uncertain can be determined, by the unspoken word
Teasing the anonymity, of the faceless conjuring so unheard
Equations found to hold lightning, within the palm of my hand
So that the travelling in speed, accessed the undiscovered land

That a face seen in the darkness can be, recognised of the same
Similar goal chased by strangers that are human, within the game
To never be subjected by, influential determinations of the day
Or the impulse to never be that, of the disaffected or alternate way

Singular factions sorted into departments, of the ever reckoning
So the greys may covet, the logical and creative understanding
From the clouds that decide the storm, or the pattern of the rain
That of a new birth, the most beautiful creation birthed from pain

For that of the human race, could ever see a universal language
One fraction that becomes a nominally, or a position to salvage
But as always is, the simplicities that become the lasting answer
For that a song can be written, to answer the problems agenda

Sing to the world your song, for your voice is that of your own
Only a memory be ever lasting, in death that is upon your stone
For the moment that is yours, live and be lived so thoroughly
As independence can only be granted on a scale of self reality

Sat in an empty room, who would you call first for the answer?
Walls start as white, what colour do you choose for the painter?
Is that the colour to suit the sunlight, or it’s that to suit yourself?
When we’re trying to find the right word, you can find it on a shelf

That the fleeting embrace of total knowledge, is seen as absolute
As would be the relationship, for infinite and thus we cannot suit
For eternity if only granted to the species, and never in this lifetime
Shall I witness this end, as the sun envelopes the an Earth of crime

Why the hell do we fight a war, when we could design a pathway?
To our everlasting survival, beyond the stars of our fateful day
To populate the planets, and discover the stars beyond this realm
Upon a vessel of our minds, who would you trust to take the helm?