Inn the battle with the beast of my burden
I was disgruntled, besmirched bewildered by my curse
Every time in this act of forgotten fools
I believed in serenity
Understanding the good the bad and the worst
Misunderstood I went put of my way to the only man that I know that understands, that sacrificing your spirit and embracing the tranquility that lye within the never ending vortex of death
In this galactic paradox we survive only to die We used to fight for peace now we only hate and discontinue any product of our being that makes it possible to thrive
To the end my friend there's yet to be a dividend that would separate you from my tree of woe
Few men today are capable of understand the true presence of rehabilitating sorrow
In my agony you gave me a thought of thought to reflect
You help me see that the suffering is a debt for all we try to forget
We are mortal, this is life we live in this world amongst the smallest stars
How could I merely one man withstand the pressures bestowed upon my soul before God?
Is this an illusion or a cruel mirage?
I end with a question for you to ponder, a message from over and under afterlife near the pearly gates yonder
They can sew my lips shut but the can not take a way my right to dream
So from night until day I endlessly wonder
© Christopher j. Jarman