The Selected

I have this dream from time to time,
A dream I have where the world is mine,
It's a place I often go,
Not because I have to or because someone told me so,
But because it is what I desire to find in myself,
And what I search for, and no.. it is not wealth,
It's a state of being unknown to the common man,
Untouched and unfound despite a possible celestial guiding hand,
It is a knowledge, a level , found by only a select few,
What man could accomplish if they only knew,
What I know, and what I've seen,
It has sharpened my mind and made my soul clean,
It is a world where there is no wrong, but only right,
Because those of us who know, do only what is right, we have this other sight,
That just knows how to be and the life one should,
Take by the horns and ultimately make good,
Untouched and unscathed by those holding us down,
Flying high in the sky from this epiphany we've found.
And you know your doing it right , when you see a smile on a face,
That unconsciencely knows the extent of the omniscience you've found at this place,
And they do not question where you attained this wisdom,
They just except it because of all the things you give them.
They will say your perfect, and where are the rest like you,
"we are one in a million" that, you can accept as true.