Breaking down.
Falling in.
All things go back
to the Earth again.
Action,
and consequence;
so common,
but not in every sense.
We watched the marbles
roll off the table,
and fall,
smashing one by one
upon the ground.
Gravity,
and responsibility
never escape us.
Looking away
doesn’t absolve you,
just like how
hysteria
is ineffective.
Dying today,
but we’re
gonna live tomorrow.
You bet on a lie
that you have borrowed
from a stolen line,
in a made up story.
Now,
you are gone insane,
and I am sorry,
but I’m pretty sure
that I told you,
just a little while ago,
that there is no escape
from the bed me make.
Eventually,
we all must go.
Rebirth is just a word.
It’s not the one
that does the dying.
As if death were an escape
from of the sins
we’ve been hiding.
To see the truth,
no bargaining
and conniving.
Shedding skin,
just like a snake
and saving face,
is your surviving.
We all get what’s coming.
We all get our own.
HG – 2020
