Take each thing coming
as you can,
running.
Don’t hit the ground,
look around
and that’s something.
Know the lay of the land,
pitched into the sand,
stumbling.
Made a promise,
couldn’t hold the vision,
our eyes fumbling,
mind reeling,
trying to recognize
this feeling.
Or this face,
disgraced;
time is so revealing.
What was pretty,
is now just a waste;
denied healing.
We put all these things
back in their place,
then die screaming
that there’s got to be
more to the world
than high living
and there’s got to be
more of these words
that I’m giving.
How we’re sinning
and forgiving now
we lie grinning.
Temptation’s a real bitch now,
denied winning.
Put your faith in the race,
based on our feet flying.
Faster than our minds lie,
we tried paving a path
to the sky,
then died wondering;
why we fall from the greatest heights,
the bright thundering
of bodies hitting the floor,
as we fall from our place
at the table for more.
Trying to describe
the universe through a hole in the door.
Devise worse
than we hurt them before.
Sounds impossible,
but I know different.
I don’t see a difference
between the lines drawn by men
and the mind of an infant.
Describe reality to me
in words I understand.
You’ve taken me on a ride,
but it’s getting out of hand.
I decide to see the lies
inside of all of us, my friend.
There’s no need to free your mind;
it wasn’t really yours in the end.
HG – 2017
