Heaven

Beneath the ground the Earth does tred Many viable thoughts inside my fragile egg shelled head A sound in deep reflection & then In matters of service through a barrage of mediocrity A given sadness sets inside Amidst a given tragedy the lines are drawn alone The thought of some heroic montage scene In sullen clefts chosen among men to be seen With a sound of sadness then a quick glimpse of heaven This is not some one stop shopping event at any local 7 eleven Among silence the inner thought of sullen patience Heaven is just to far away! Yet closer to it everyday Amidst total silence derives happiness out of negated silence The third degree from the omniscent catalyst Within direct correlation between friends In sullen demise grafted into its main source A reed thwart & tossed into the wind again then scattered Now is brought desolate among matters shooting fetters Among broken shattered glass yet still tampered Through a shade of grey paradox Only to drift or then rationalize this very notion in thought Could quite quickly end in some ultimate disaster!