the voice in which I strive to speak truth
to a world where falsehood runs rampant
upon a narrow blackened road.
so, here goes . . .
I feel, sometimes, that we tend to walk
so far and for so long,
with so little and yet so much,
to ride a train we can never catch.
And if we do happen to catch that never-ending train,
we hardly ever recognize that it's beneath our frozen feet.
And if we are so fortunate to wake up
and open our eyes
to the roaring train in which we sit so silently,
we are repulsed by the poisoned air that fills our lungs.
We cannot breath without choking,
yet we hardly ever think to stand and walk away.
We choose our own conductor,
fill the train, and rail the tracks,
yet when we sit with billions of others
in stalemate of missing homes
we are so blinded by our own corruption.
We set the traps which trip us,
the clocks which stop us,
and the hands that guide us,
yet we hardly ever reach the destination.
Few can ever see where they are,
hear deafened calls,
feel a beating heart,
and still stand upright and undeterred.
So on we travel in our fervent silence
We're so stubbornly hopeless
in our race for time and lust and pride
We were so meticulous in painting a perfect world,
but forgot to turn on the light.
It is strange somehow.
