Exile

Exile 10/23/2013

Hot, cold, dead, and dumb

Tomorrow is today

And today is done

But that is just what we see

And not what we know.

I stumble to work

And wish I could sleep

Retreating into myself

And afraid to come out.

We struggle to think

And we pretend to care

Nothing but vacant automatons

On our way to hell.

If someone told the truth

Would we even believe?

And if we ever understood

What could we do?

Beaten down by drudgery

We are made docile and compliant

Ever trying to play it safe

And protect what we have.

Afraid to rock the boat

So we cower under the table

Squabbling over the inconsequential

And destroying ourselves.

As if we have forever

And can keep our treasure

Just as worthless and dirt

And scattered with the wind.

I am already punished

And I have already lost

With no excuses

And no regret. 

An exile in my own land

And a meaningless paper person

Expendable and one dimensional

Easily ridiculed and discarded.

But if that is life

Then what is to be feared?

Nothing but a bottomless pit

Inside of our minds.

Take this day

And make it yours

Because the more we live
The more we grow.

There is nothing we might lose

That we can keep

And there is no greater gift

Than a life truly shared.   

Shove out your hand

And open up your eyes

To all that is 

And all, that will come.