I am not my own worst enemy
As we work in dithering silence
To destroy the hope we crafted as a
Centerpiece.
Like the toddler, we are never growing up.
Tearing apart sandstone towers
so the rain can't take the credit.
We may be, the doddering fool,
Never owning up to the stains made
by blood wept for the sake of our own
We take in the decay of the aether
Searching and starving to become
Bigger monsters than we are.
We love the effortlessness it takes to isolate
A quartet of half formed thoughts
Have the power of a bullet.
We hate the helplessness of it all
Acting alone to prevent disaster while
Massless masters mask what matters
As if we really know.
All I know is I want what I can't have.
We make that possible.