Here's to the ones who loved and just forgot
Broken promises, easy endings, no tying the knot
Perhaps they lost before and that was their shot
Around and around they go, the ever loveless lot

Here's to the ones who never thought a thing
About heavens that soar and angels that sing
Gates up in the clouds and a heavenly king
Smothering the ungodly flames that hell bring

Here's to the ones who are above the rule of order
Steering clear and clever from the symptoms of cancer
Minding, winding their stories into their own favor
Rather than to the social systems they know better

Here's to the ones who are devoid of anything good
Whatever path they lead—will always be misunderstood
The eternal monsters and demons of their neighborhood
Not even the exorcists will save them even if they could

Here's to the ones who look at life with a skeptical screen
Something bad must have happened in between
Distorting their eyes once so pure like crystalline
Soiling them with a reality unmendable and obscene

Here's to every nonbeliever in this world both beautiful and sorry
Believing in their own terms glorious and free,
though rather* **painfully

---

a minute or so
to experience
birth

seventy years
(give or take ten)
to experience
life

and a
millisecond
to be

ushered into eternity


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/29/2015

Order
Simply
Fades
Over
Unaccepted
Time
That
Though
Omitted
Gover­ns
Us
Reluctantly
Despite
Our
Feeble
Protests
Against
An
Order
Th­at
Will
Never
Prevail
Over
Easily
Achieved
Chaos
That
Grasps
Us
W­ith
Messy
Claws
And
Leads
Us
Away
From
The
Still
Water
Of
Rules
A­nd
Regulation
To
Find
Our

*Article 856

Ruled by a dead hand.
Do you want a change?
Protest can be symbolic.