I am a poem wandering in the desert
I am a word chosen from the masses
You left your casket open
I suspect intention to be a lost cause
Forces of virtue soften our servitude
You swallow your dinner alone
Correct me if i'm wrong
But there is no place that you belong
Perhaps only to god and the devil himself
You don't get extra credit for breathing
But there is extra popcorn if you need it
Please sweep the floors and clean the dishes tomorrow
Your sword is as long as your shadow
We remove the arrows from our blankets
And then beat each other into straw-woven baskets
Severance packages excepted
We accept the accidents we've caused
You pursue hunger and wake up alone
Feet first I flew to the edges of the horizon
I am a child burdened with awareness
So forget the heaviness of the density we fell through
If you need some help i know just who to call
Forever waiting for there is only one hand that serves all
Unless you are worried about your soul, after all
There is no need for alarm as the fences are electrified
We are vivacious and vilified by our spouses
Doubt has ruined many beautiful houses
And turned what was once our home into a pile of stones
And you believe that companions are just creatures
Who have temporary need of each others' features