its a push and a pull
a ricochet in the steady pool of time
an equal balance
demons run around
on their hands and knees
and angels dance in the clouds
and laugh at all of us
and the truth
its a distant memory
only the gods know.
only the stars can tell you.
but here in present tense, evil runs amuck
faces of
humans but not human entirely
they are of a plastic substance
silicone mimicking skin
they smile
with smiles so bright they can light cities but all they do is burn them down
they wreak irrevocable havoc
on the lost souls
the governments pawns
the ignorant children who live in the limbo of
unconscious consciousness
because it is a balance
you see,
your emotions blind you
and once you accept the human condition  for what it is you are free from your shackles
you see this realm of existence is bitter
the truth is bittersweet, hard to find and never satisfying for long
it stings your ears because its not what you want to hear
but it is what it is
and it is a game that you are programmed to lose,
a state of consciousness, awareness and acceptance.
it's all on a measure of what you can tolerate
and what your psyche determines is too much for you to handle.
cognitive dissonance so to speak.
if you let nothing affect you nothing ever will
good people
die
bad people thrive
and sometimes all you know to be true gets turned upside down
because it is a balance
a scale
never tilting too far to one side
before the universe resets it
there are casualties but they are a casual thing.
your life is how you choose to see the world, however jaded it may be
this place can be wonderful while simultaneously frightening at every turn in the road
but ultimately it is all a façade, an image of what you want it to be
this modern world is but a mere distraction, holding up mirrors to our many faces, telling us to strive for unattainable perfections to keep us from asking ourselves the real questions
to keep us entangled in its corporate web of cell phones and lies and miles away from finding out the truth until its too late
and we're too old to do anything about it
we watch and we wait
like children in an amusement park
anxiously awaiting our turn
biting our nails nervously
watching as the world around us falls into place
following our mind maps, our inner compass
awaiting the chemicals in our brains to determine where to go next
we are afraid
unescapably afraid
but we have our
feet at the edge of our seats, you see.
screaming with loud triumphant voices
incoherent words
echoing off empty walls. except no one hears you.
because ultimately you are alone, for now and forever
in the four walls of your head, it is safety, it is a maze, it is where you retreat at night back into yourself, you are your only solace
no one knows you as well as you know yourself and if you don't know yourself you don't know anything
this life is what you make it, to do evil or to do good
in the end
none of it matters except for what were doing in this very moment
the sun blows up
we all die
little bits of human confetti
floating in the great expanse of the universe
and everything we have ever done will be blown away and obliterated.
we are intelligent animals, with beautiful brains and plumage but we are only animals
sophisticated as we may be
and
to the government we are less then that
our lives are estimated to be worth only five million dollars
we are cardboard cut outs to the higher ups, mere window displays, it is a type of politically correct anarchy.
if you look at life through a logical lense, and keep your word small
you begin to understand
compared to the bigger spectrum of things we are minuscule, yes, your feelings, your memories, your deepest desires.
meaningless.
but in this very fleeting moment
they
mean
absolutely
everything.