eskew to the pews of life

    Distorted thoughts of who is right

    What is day & what is night.

    How did these words come to write.

    lost in a yet unknown transit,

    timid to the facts, tender to the theory

    blind to the faith. Brain bound weary.

    Partially Un-chosen amongst two sides,

    I'd rather believe facts over a thing potentially lies

    here in lies the problem, how are we alive?

    But vastly bigger, how will we survive?

    declined lives of better living

    withheld opportunity,we wither and we die -

    try to stand, we're sat, we hurt and we cry

    Will we die with lost pride & no dignity inside,

    & Will we die uncertain of how life derived?

    please excuse the blunt words scribed

    I just wanna know how and why before life subsides.