Whats the point?

No one really cares anyway.

If things were different, if the world were perfect,
The obstacles between us would cease to keep us
Together and apart.

When galaxies merge, when dimensions converge
And every human need has been woven and stitched
with unwavering satisfaction.

When every intricate detail
and each contrasting complexity
is out, floating in the galaxy
for all to scrutinize.

When scrutiny is a foreign concept.
When loneliness is no more then a word.
When love conquers hatred.
When belonging is the norm.
When disorder finds peace.

When we realize that we all bleed the same blood.
When greed is dead and sleep is not the place where dreams come true.

If things were different, if the vines of mangled pasts were perfect,
The obstacles between us would cease to keep us
Together and apart.

If when this were to be, we knew how

Sliver slice emotional ties

Inhabiting a box of lies

drifting farther; farther from you

all of which I knew to be true.

morphing mystic synergies

and energies; synthetic

seeing is believing

the constant tug of our desires

time streams karmic choices

Dust collecting on the wires

of corruption much like rust

on a silver slicing sword

You want to scrape this blade clean

While I occupy a maze

of free lance opposition

Feed my needing to be free

of the hold you have on me.

Fighting with myself

to leave this life behind

When I've seen it all before

each ploy, plot, nock, laughter

Play my role to paper thin

now I'm breathing in disaster