Meet life with great stride, and arise to every challenge
anew, in the now. Life is, and life will be.
I tell you, 'This is how it ends.
The struggle;
The strife;
The feelings,
Of joy and embarassment,
Of shame and belonging,
Of salvation and emptiness,
Of dying and love.
Ill-perceived toils in reality
Or just another matchbox of sentiment,
Biding time,
Anticipating the fire.
Memories of lunches past,
Promises kept;
Lies told;
Wives left;
The un-welcomed knock on the door--
Death awaits us all with open arms and bated breath.
Baited hooks work for worms,
Who look for spooks in backalleyway.
Fodder sold for tinder, doesn't make you any more the Wise.'
Still butting against a brick wall.
Got your head down,
And you think your how tall?
Tall enough to reach for the sky,
is what they'll tell you.
Sell you.
They say anything to sell you everything,
You never needed
and More.
Always more, and never less--
A culture's demand.
When it all crumbles,
decay--
foundation ripped from beneath you--
where will you stand?
WHERE DO YOU STAND WHEN YOU ARE OH-SO TALL, and growing TALLER by the DAY?
