(Invitation and Intervention)

A man looks back and reflects on any place he could have been,
while knowing time will sweep us all away eventually.

This isn’t a *home,
This is only temporary.

Anyone ever could have been at odds with everything that ever existed,
but for one night be so lost in thought that they forgot what ever was.

And by tomorrow
a change devoured the marrow,
as they find that it all was
and never what they thought in,
but out.

While the screaming world comes about,
and I break forth into that odd place
where every face comes inside,
and I feel like a ghost
who’s felt the surface like braille,
and read the book of the softly lit place
where people come out to have another taste,
and celebrate the fact
that they’re still on this world.

And so the old man puts on his coat,
and walks away when they please it…

But I'm sure that’s not the way he see’s it.