Some people love the rush.
Others like the taste.
Some say they want to know,
but they won’t go,
they’re too afraid.
Some say they love the touch,
the sound the Armageddon makes;
I think they’re full of shit.
I think they’re curious,
but they
say that they have it figured out,
they have it all in hand,
but when you catch them all alone,
in the dark, you’ll understand.
They’re just as scared as us
and they don’t comprehend,
but they’ve got egos and a job
and like to tell us where they stand.
There’s a question that goes
far beyond
the answers we
have got thus far
and anyone
who says they know
is lying.
Those who know
won’t tell a soul
and those who don’t
just want control,
there’s two ends
to every pole
and end to end
the planet rolls.
‘Round and ‘round,
the time it spins
a manufactured
creation.
The split,
the spoke,
the wheel comes off,
the lie it fails;
yet we don’t stop.
Pursuing up
and reaching in,
perceiving out
and deep within.
There’s madness in the air again.
Do you believe?
Do you give in?
All these questions
pale to the feeling
of keeping you close
and having you here.
There world might see
a fiery, orange sunset;
that last moment that we’ll be alive.
When it all burns away,
one final time
and we will find
what lies that way;
the end of the road.
Our forever home,
until we sleep.
I once knew
a girl like you;
she wandered off
into the deep.
And at night
I can hear
the whispers
from the sea.
Some people love the rush.
Others like the taste,
but you’re so fucking terrified;
I can see it on your face.
Don’t worry your pretty little head.
Either climbing up,
or sliding down;
there’ll always be an end
and then we’ll start again.
HG – 2017
