Sum of All Things
When ya pissin in the wind
and a hurricane blows
and driftin too far drownin
in a sea of woes
When feet of clay crumble
under ya weight
and ya drink to forget but
ya know it’s too late
And ya wanna vent but
it’s better ya don’t
and ya wanna leave but
ya know you won’t
Ya suck it up and try
to be a better man
and substitute reality
with anythin ya can
And ya no longer fear and
sadly no longer care
and ya look into the mirror
and wonder who’s there
And the dogs of time are
howlin at the moon
and ya feel such that you’ll
be joinin them soon
And that silence ya hear
means nothin at all
and ya feel like another
brick in the wall
And that road ya travellin
is aimless and long
and it’s paved with sh-it
and has been all along
It sucks that mortal men
are not of Holy Writ
when church and state call
but don’t deserve it
And enemies ya see aren’t
what ya led to believe
and the fabric of truth is a
dense tangled weave
And the newspaper ya read
is a propaganda page
and the media distorts what
news it doesn’t stage
And a crisis of ignorance
takes a frightenin toll
and that scream you hear
comes from your soul
And the winds of war are
blowin like they used to
for the storms are gatherin
but what am I to do
And the medicine ya take
has blood on its hands
and it ain’t to cure you but
no one understands
It’s only then ya realise that
everythin ya love is dyin
and it’s then ya ask yourself
what’s the use in tryin
And that fork in the road
lays just up ahead
and ya wanna go straight
but ya veer instead
But the clock’s tickin upon
the midnight hour
and the taste of death is
both sweet and sour
Alas do what you must for
it is not well to exist
when the sum of all things
are too much to resist
Written: February 1996
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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