The noise is not too bad
It allows me to continue
As long as concentration
Is less than total
And as long as life
Is not too demanding
If someone follows
The road of the Lord
Where will it take him?
Will new vistas
Re-invigorate the mind?
Will new landscapes
Fire the imagination?
Will he find himself
Capturing his essence?
Being something he always was
But prevented by circumstance
From being?
What do you do
When the Devil recognizes the truth?
Doesn't leave much room
For telling lies
But the truth is not so much
An iron hand
As it is a branding iron
It scalds all falsehood
The city reeks
With open wounds
And desolation
The time is now
To run to the hills
Voices
Heard but not understood
But even if comprehended
How can mere words
Change anything?
Change is not from within
But comes from pressure
Like rocks stratified
Inside the earth
Like planets
Impacted by giant meteors
We never saw it coming
We were still blind when it was here
Too bad
Such a long journey was wasted
Better luck next time
The wine you drink
Should not be confused
With the grapes in the vineyard
At the moment
You taste the wine
The grapes have yet to be picked
Yesterday was a day of rest
So was today
Tomorrow though
We may have to go to work
Choosing the important
In an infinity of choices
Is just another way
Of describing reality
