Thoughts for a monday evening
Why?
Well, there's an underworld of course,
One that we are only peripherally aware of.
It seethes and moves around us.
It corrupts the fundamentals,
Laying in wait for those who fall through the cracks.
The sun goes down,
We see it for an instant
at the horizon.
Flesh smiles at the cannibal.
We live in a self destructive society,
Nothing is good enough, at least--
We have choice right?
We can change?
Or, is it in change that we are unhappy?
The transition is painful.
The night, before the dawn, is,
by necessity, terrifying.
Beginning and end points,
These are not what scare us,
it is that moment in the middle;
The moment of choice.
Why?
Well, there's an underworld of course,
One that we are only peripherally aware of.
It seethes and moves around us.
It corrupts the fundamentals,
Laying in wait for those who fall through the cracks.
The sun goes down,
We see it for an instant
at the horizon.
Flesh smiles at the cannibal.
We live in a self destructive society,
Nothing is good enough, at least--
We have choice right?
We can change?
Or, is it in change that we are unhappy?
The transition is painful.
The night, before the dawn, is,
by necessity, terrifying.
Beginning and end points,
These are not what scare us,
it is that moment in the middle;
The moment of choice.
Why?