Where do you sleep at night? Who ships whispers to your ear? Is there a soul even in there? Does not knowing allow for all this All of this To go on
Born atop a mass grave Of scrap book photo albums With faces human But not an empathetic note Of humanity Left inside me
The task is too great The rules were written in blood Which has dried and turned Black as the present ink
Where are we headed?
Where would we even go?
How do so many go on living like this?
How do I go on when I know I know so little?
Life is choice And choice is a life God gave us both One and the same
Hallowed out like a Grandfather Red wood tree Who watches his children Be chopped to bits and Pieces For the enjoyment of our young's Smokes and Policies looked at (By eyes of grey and marble) And deemed impassable
The ladder is not ours to climb The ladder is an illusion They have built only a Noose and thrown in a Complimentary Thick brown rope
You ask yourself, "Where do I start?"
You ask yourself, "When can I stop"
You ask yourself, "When the eyes have finally Opened, When will I know?"
You will know When it is the end And The beginning