My thoughts of the past
have been laid in the pasture
faded and dying,
while thoughts of moving forward
placed on a throne,
a pleasant idea
To the corners of the universe
If it were possible
To the corners of heaven
If it were to be real
The world is in ruins
But our faith stays intact
The poor sit and wait
for their kingdom come
But the kingdom
is the one robbing them
O Brave, O Brave
Where lie the brave?
The feeble and the selfish
seem to prosper
An undying gratitude
from an ungrateful race
Has it not been shouted
from the tallest of mountains?
From the lowest of trenches?
It has not
and it very well should be
We are all in pursuit
of discovery
Discovery of things
we know are there
Discovery of the unknown
Discovery of ourselves
But only a fool would say
he were to know of everything
To know of the light
To know of the dark
No one knows
For we only live in the middle
Always wondering
Learning to accept
And yet the dead
always seem to come back to life
A run-down hotel
An abandoned building
But still do we run
without knowledge or reason
Still do we walk
through the peaceful meadows
And yet
we wield a long blade
Someone must feel
the blade’s harsh blow
There must always be victory over another
Not just victory within
What a strange fate
we have brought upon our own souls
But our souls are not for the taking
They are said to last forever
But when is forever?
Could be today
Could be tomorrow
How does something just end?
How does something just begin?
The only point in living
is to be alive
That is why
the man on the streets is still alive
He breaks his back
to feel the pain
He wakes up every morning
to feel the breeze
His mind becomes acute
The sun is now his friend
But the sun is not always friendly
The weather is not always so kind
We blame it for our troubles
We blame it for our losses
But is it not us who has done the same?
Have we not hurt our mother?
Torn down her limbs?
Poisoned her soil?
And ironically
without her we would not be here
We stand in shallow lies
and some still think they will not get wet
But to each his own
And let bygones be bygones
May the wise grow wiser
and the ignorant grow more ignorant
The dreams of many
have been crushed
But the dreams of many
have also been fulfilled
The sandman carried my thoughts away
He is the keeper of all my dreams
If only another could be the keeper
of my sanity