The Turning

The Turning 7/9/2014

The world goes on

And normalcy endures

For just enough people

To keep us all going

And keep us all insane. 

Some crumble

And some give up

Quietly fading away

In hotel rooms.

Some move on

To bigger and better things

As they sell us all

A polished facade.

But others fall down

Or burst into flames

Either by suicide

Or addiction. 

But I was never comfortable

In my own skin

A stranger in a strange land

Alien and odd. 

Always able to rationalize

Staying in one place

Even if it was death

And servitude.

As I grew to love

The golden chains

Tethering me to a life

Doled out in small degrees.

I thought I was safe

And I thought in small steps

That I could maintain

And acquire

All that I wanted. 

But life is not nearly as incremental

As many would think

As we are interrupted

And caught in the middle

High, dry, and worthless.

The old world has died

At least it did for me

Gone in an hour

Right beneath my feet. 

I sit and I watch the people

Walk, talk and laugh

Chasing children

And driving in cars.

They have not seen it

And they do not know

That all that they love

Is both fragile

And temporary. 

Perhaps they wonder about me

All used up

And sad

But how could they even guess

All that it felt like.

I pray for all of them

Even those who forgot

That they to, will turn

And believe.