I guess we do write what exists in the mind. Whether we like it or not, no matter how we try to change the course of our thoughts, we always sail back to the inevitable.
These days I no longer fight the pull but patiently wait, my head littered with the spirits of this earth.
Genesis 1:9 And God said, “Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear.” And it was so.
Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part – yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. Thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.
Man’s hour on earth is weakness, error, strife
–Faust, Part One