Dead Third Eye -Break Through-

We've shed so much
to grow anew
yet some things never change;
you're still you, through and through,
only adapting to age.
A growing body, a growing mind,
but inside, a constant self, a constant memory


Never knew before,
never quite understood why.
Such a dead third eye.


The memories never change.
Some fade, but the darkest stay.
Only an obstruction stands in the way.
Why cover a veil with a wall?
A second layer won't eliminate it all.
The physical body is shed naturally;
shedding the soulful self is voluntary.


Never knew before,
never quite understood why.
Such a dead third eye.


No walls are up to keep me down.
I'm breaking through, picking at the pieces,
shedding the self to shed some light.
It's been a long crawl out of the cave,
but I've finally escaped, with brand new sight.

A chase begins, a hunt pursues, new walls arise.
Break through! Break through!
Brea   th             e                .