• To be apart of a thought, a dream, a forgotten memory what does thou seek
    Through the eternal eyes that haunt thee, the brutal clash of yonder void
    Or still yet a swept canvas of not but trivial things, which though small brings a glimmer of happiness
    You sit waiting for a sign, a symbol, or maybe you wait not at all, but instead lie still watching
    The masses that traverse this seemingly empty road that though large is but a tiny spec in the cosmos
    We see each other in different lights, only to agree on something as dull as any other something
    Those who are watching us see not, yet they are insightful of but a few of the small reaches
    The reality of it is impossible, yet it happens as though it was forever, but why do we fight for something lost
    Or maybe it was never there, but only seen in naught but a dream, where the thoughts prior were of utmost importance
    Yet as our memories swirl in the everlasting abyss we do nothing but stare as we blind stroll forward
    But, even the blind have senses that bring forth accomplishment, but do others see such a thing
    Nay is the answer, none give heed to that which can save them, but push away salvation as it is sent to there hearts
    The desire for such a deed is what drives us to oblivion, yet we strive for our own survival thinking of none
    As I watch I see, I understand, I contemplate the slowing moving masses that waltz by on an ever ending pedastool
    Only to fall the the depths of a problem to complicated that they never can fathom a solution
    Yet as I watch I see, and yet try as I might, my offers of help are refused, not by their pleas, but by their actions
    So in the end only a few will stand with me on this pedastool knowing the limits
    And those who stand with me, uunderstanding has been granted and all is restored to how it should have begun.