THE WAKE OF MANY LIVES
Take a look at what we see.
Out of mind, past the dreams.
A cataclysmic path to roads.
That carries secrets no one knows.
Like skin we shed all we dread.
Replaying lives once we’re dead.
Watching the air as we breathe.
Following madness into the sea.
Silence tells us don’t turn around.
Lest we see what’s heard in sound.
All connected, forced to divide.
Eternally awake, transcendent and bright.
Once born, living forever.
Passing through lives to something better.
Approaching the hour for the account we will give.
Uttering the unbearable things that we did.
The clock walks heavily, ticking away.
Searching for meaning we hope and we pray.
Stepping through a life that's short.
Never understanding the feelings we sort.
What is this fragile life?
Just a dream or a passage through time.
Some things will never be told.
Things aren’t always meant to be known.
As long as there’s people there will always be pain.
That fact alone will drive you insane.
Yesterday is gone, here is now. The future doesn’t exist so it doesn’t count.
Unfortunate matters for all at hand.
Still we continue to pollute the land.
No one sees cause no one cares.
Knowing we die, but no one’s prepared.
Temporary moments of relations and bliss.
Saying farewell with a good night's kiss.
What do we know other than ourselves?
The order of years and stories they tell.
Nothing matters except for love.
And if you get it, it’s never enough.
Forget what is, forget all your scars.
All you control is who you are.
All that shines will turn to rust.
The ending of all returning to dust.
This is how the world is seen.
Just a memory, just a dream.
Copyright © KELLI RITTER | Year Posted 2025
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