My Words Are Not Words But Pieces Of My Mind, Can You Help Me Find Them?

Sometimes i ponder, sometimes i wander, other times i feel fonder about this world and all its trivial pursuits, letting go of those burdens so i can hold onto the light i shine a whole into the dark. why shall we do nothing more than merely believe this lies that deceive, we will ultimately grieve from these painful truths that breed and lead our minds away from the real bead of luminous energy creating a cinergy that will eventually lead you to me and then they will see everything they could be, to find the line hidden by the sands of time you must first bind the thoughts of yours and mine to turn the tide against mankind, when i open my eyes in front of mind i find a tiger, this creature beholds a great wisdom that creates a piston supercharging the rhythm it beats the system, the tiger claws his was through the haze, with a jump scatter and gather he makes his way to mount olympus, he needs to find the gods of nine testing time he walks his line, a wise old goat appears, stumbling his scheme, like a weapon being drawn from its sheath he utters through his teeth "this world was lost long before you found it, when striving for the best look to the worst, because only in the dark can we profoundly see the light" stumbled by this knowledge he finds a new path, using the inner light he finds a way through the abyss only to shed these things we might miss, creation is creative, life is love, and power corrupts.

"The Stoned Apprentice"