Autumn Green
The last to be seen
A much needed change
From brown leaves in Spring

The change does come
Too quick or too slow
What amount is just right?
I don't think is known

To be happy to be
Is harder done than said
When the once clear path  
Begins to thin and spread  

Structure is an illusion
It wants not to stay
Only change is remembered
For all order decays

You are I
But who then am I?
You were me once
But cannot recall it
I watched me from afar
But couldn't say a word
You held my tongue
As I held your hand
You stumbled into place
Right where I stood
And I left myself
To become something new
But upon circling around
I found I was you

The music is long done
We dance now merely to a hum
An unheard whisper
Of a long dead god
The last vestiges of consciousness
Fleeing a hollowing skull

Long fractured shadows
Stretched out across time
A grand forgotten future
Dreamlike and sublime
To secure it I must
Sacrifice my own past
Yet in doing so I’m lost
For the dream may never last

Mankind  ascended the mountain
Built the great tower
Reaching to the heavens
There in the splendor of the Sun
Did we **** the gods
Far easier than anticipated

But it seems that their marketing department didn't get the memo

What is there to know but what is unknown
To feel it so near yet never grasp it
Ponder at what lays ever beyond
The horizons of all understanding

To be at peace in grasping
All knowledge will never be attained
Yet we will search it out nonetheless
And our species will spend all its eons
Be they long or short

That our wonder may never cease

A useless form of introspection
Supreme width with a lack of all depth
Feigning superiority while being ill tempered
Wielding as a bludgeon their empty philosophy
Despite it's weight it can break no wall down

It is defeated handily
By a sword without a blade
Taken down from it's height
Without firing a round

Struck by a simple kindness
Given to one in distress