Double Shot

Double Shot                             1/21/2016

Chaos comes

Death steals

Faith saves

And love heels.

The living doubt

The dead know

Laughing at us

Holding on

As they let go.

The truth is a cure

Which is why we run

Grasping at anything

To stay as we are.

We give

Just to get

And we love

Out of need

Wasted, empty

We fall and bleed. 

Ghosts dream of bigger things

While we look at dust

Traveling faster

And going farther. 

It is tragic

That we forget

But it is a horror

That we suffer again. 

Nothing is solved

As we run in circles

Proud, indolent

And hopelessly devolve.

Angry over the past

And anxious about tomorrow

We fail to experience

The here and the now. 

Unwilling to choose

The treasure we have

But flail instead

At the nothingness we want.

Because we cannot decide

The world chooses us

Dragging us downstream

Easy, stagnant, and dead.

The fence we sat on

Rots away

As we fall down

The path of least resistance

Without knowing at all. 

I made up my mind

And that was enough

The choice now

As it was then

Obvious as the sun. 

Blessed are those

Who persevere

Easy or hard

Loyal to the end.