You start off the day with an upheaval Of your already weary But somehow young soul You roll the tip of your pen Across papers of sorts Writing the words You cannot comprehend
You sigh out The tedious, monotonous presumptions Of the world around you And breath in the Faint scent of hope Mingled with coffee
You see meaning In the meaningless Awaiting the meaning of whole
You witness the murder of imagination At the hands of brilliant minds Already imaginatively bankrupt
You drag yourself through the hedious alley Of dark secrets, Deep wounds, Unhealed scars, Bleeding emotions, Salty smiles, gut wrenching cries, And the demonic cult called life With your head held high.
You skid to a halt When you reach the exit Only to be dragged back again Where all of this started
You find the questions To those answers you have been seeking You realise time isn't a factor And life isn't the perpetual phenomenon Of suffering alone.
You are all that you have And love is your only source of energy
It is then where words come alive And imagination dances at the edge of your consciousness
You know your today Is someone's tomorrow You are a sense , a reason , a value
The world is matter And you are that small particle of antimatter Counting backwards to your annihilation. You are a force And the world is as ignorant As Newton was Before he discovered gravity.