It is blinding,
The light we are born into
We stand on our own two feet
Because we are told to.
Then come the lessons,
We are taught from the beginning we should have a certain disposition.
Take into consideration the fragility of mind
That when we are all children we so commonly find.
There is not one who does not doubt or second guess,
But when life is made in black and white,
There is no multiple choice test.
Then we walk, whether on sand or stone,
We travel the world, ultimately on our own.
Collecting blisters and callouses,
The weight of the world ripping through that fragile mesh.
Now I can feel it,
Coming for me, and me alone.
A static, distorted, ethereal voice
Calling me on the phone.
The darkness creeping,
Just out of sight,
When the day begins to end,
And heralds another night.
And I’m floating
Down and down some more.
Into that nothingness
That we all hate and love to ignore.
Where do we all stand
When it all comes to a head?
When the lights fade to blackness
And everyone is dead.
See I don’t think any of us can know
We split the world into molecules,
But in what way does that ever help us grow?
There is no encore, nothing follows the end of the show.
At least, not for those-
Those left behind.
Who have nothing but their grief
And very little piece of mind.
From infant to elder,
From unconsciousness to reality,
Our lives are determined,
By a series of technicalities.
And whilst we wander,
Through the turbulent ocean of doubt and uncertainty
Our voyage becomes a one way trip to deception and cruelty.
We shine a light ahead, to see what we must pass
Only to bring into view a cloud of poison gas.
What was my point again?
This journey has rendered me deaf and lame,
I remember now- the potent, unforgiving refrain
Every life ultimately ends the same-
Life is nothing if not a desperate struggle for
Life is nothing, if not a game.