Unbidden

I never thought to see the day,
That our world would be turned to ash,
Punished for what we believed,
No—in truth,
Twas the wrongs we’d driven deep. 
The pain we’d make our own people feel,
Generations from now,
They would still kneel,
And we would know,
That this was our own doing,
Unbidden, our demons grow. 

The change,
The strange, 
This world on edge, 
A path beyond our view. 
Odd, 
Dream, 
Perfect it seems, 
Or at least it did to you. 

The faith, 
The fight, 
We must soon take flight, 
If this all stays the same,
But the end is not yet in view. 
It's not to late—to change. 

The Decent

To find the lowest point,
We seem to be determined to do,
When from the heights we fell,
To ponder our failure.

Or maybe...

We were never as high in the sky,
As we believed. 
Some illusions of our own importantness,
With which we were deceived.    

A form of truth

I want to tell more stories,
But I don't know where to begin,
Some truths hold out their meaning,
Some dreams in the fog they stay.

So I'll pluck away at this keyboard,
Until the end of time,
Seeking those strange stories,
Word's are a form of truth,
After all. 

These Truths

It’s not odd to say, these changes are here to stay, a permanent spring is here. These truths will not disappear.

No Path

There is no path,
No way to see,
Except this strange,
Anxiety.  

There is no path,
No dream to be,
Power leaks,
From eternity. 

There is no path,
Except to be,
Can't shake this dream of,
Anxiety.  

Always

Odd as it seems,
Stuck in this dream, 
Unable to complete, 
Any one hope. 

Projects scattered about, 
Like so many leaves,
Yet I dream on, 
Always. 

Change is Relative

In a time,
In a space,
The world changes,
And I stay the same. 

You can't see,
How I change,
Relative to the speed of,
The meme,
You just made. 

I could never move that fast.
And it's hard to see why you want to. 

The Tight Rope

The tight rope,
Walked,
The balance,
Between,
What you need,
And,
What I need,
From me. 
An,
Impossible balance,
An, 
Impossible tight rope,
To walk. 

The Eye

The eye,
The eye in the sky, 
Looks down on all, 
Judging a world,
Unfit to call home. 

The Eye,
The all dreaming eye,
Looks down on the waking world,
And can't understand,
The truth of it all.