permanent record

what they call

a disability
a mental illness
a condition
might be backwards
misunderstood
freedom, a waterfall creeping
back the mountainside
a link to something forgotten
unidentified archetype
the question is ever present
the question of what is my purpose

faith is an answer, no longer a question
the dream always has the ability
to shift
depending on courage
depending on the dreamer
depending on vision
and there is no such thing
as a permanent record
a scare tactic
a threat
a fabrication just like we made up
money
we made up poverty
so we have become prisoners
by our own hands
by our own dreams
all that exists
in this control obsessed dream
of reality
is temporary

we dissolve
and when we dissolve
the dream shifts over

even what remains
eventually dissolves.