just rearranged it a little
put a piece over there instead
pass up the middle
concentrate on the edges
you’ll get it eventually
have faith my dear boy

don’t worry about it
everything will work out in the end
greatness awaits just beyond the fourth door
lock picking is an asset in this world
cheat to win
win to lose
a past made up of abuse
can be forgiven in just one use
of this little book inside this box

now pass it all up
a view from the shoulder
and a look ahead
a broken back
is a small price to pay
eventually though
you can make it work
you can break those cuffs
and glance
at a bright new day
you dream

just rearrange it a little
put a piece over there instead
pass up the middle
concentrate on the edges
greatness awaits just beyond the fourth door
have faith my dear boy
everything will work out in the end

a dream one may pursue
a hope one might have
a purpose one wants
a realization that all is lost

in the folds of hyper context and ruin
a small spark starts up
an enormous rain
that pours from the ground
and drowns
the surface

reading too much into it
one gets lost in the waves
waiting for hope
waiting for nothing

standing like a statue will get you
nowhere
while searching and searching
will get you
a little farther
and running like a madman will get you
round around circle

pacing events twofold in a cellular construct
opening the doors and not letting them shut
walking through
and not looking back
striding with confidence
full of known knowledge
breathing calmly
staring into eyes
not flinching at the fires
speaking what needs to be spoken
but only when necessary
no fault
no doubt
forever in debt
to no one

dream on, oh dreamer of worlds
dreamer of futures
dreamer of dreams yet to be dreamt

know that there is hope
there is purpose
all is not lost
as long as you do not let it slip
away

a redemption withered away in the night sky
giving way to the dawn break
a splash of red orange
shadowing the dawn break
into this you try so hard to see
what it is that you want to change
but the more you try
the more you try
the more you want to give up

but wait
there is more
just beyond
what you are looking at
you see in the distance
a white light shrouded
just around a corner
and you run towards it

a false spectrum of memory
you crash into yourself
then you awake in a place of mammoth possibilities
but with all of that potential at your finger tips
you throw it all away
for instant gratification

you stumble down a rose hill
and fall ever so hard into a bush of thorns
the blood trickles down your face
what is this crown you have worn
upon your brow
are you divine now
have you ascended
are you going to save us all
from ourselves

how can you posturize
the false king of humanity
will you guide us into the light
or push us back into obscurity
are your intentions true
have you forgotten your own sins
maybe it is us
who should forgive you

but you don’t care as you run along
shouting revelations to all who will listen
and your congregation follows you
whispered untruths fill your cup
and you laugh along with the hymns
and praise yourself
with a scratched throat

but are you him
are you even you
do you know what this means
what are you trying to prove
with your fake accent
and fake miracles
your stupid face is covered in words of blood
anyone who can read knows what you really are

lost

in your own fading momentum

passing through moments of time
cementing yourself for the fall
of a lifetime
you don’t know your own setup
but you play the role well
and soon it will come to pass
and soon it shall be
one day you will look up
and you shall see

a void of uncompromising light
sucking you in
then spitting you out
as you fall

                you will know

just what you have wasted
but it will be too late
for you
  for me
    for us all