11Strange and unearthly our existences stand
Shadowed and fake is the distance we ran
Our time here together marked and scarred
Souls young and old through the ages marred
What have we to show when we depart
Other then our trials and bleeding hearts
The lives we touched, few and far between
How could all this be left unforeseen
Strange and unearthly our existences stand
Shadowed and fake is the distance we ran
While the people about us sputter and die
Selfish orbs of ice cold stubbornly stay dry
Through green tinted glasses we peek
Tainted by the desires we seek
Empty and heartless we seem to remain
While wealth and riches we amass and obtain
Poets and minstrels sing out their warning
Of tribulation, fires and impending mourning
Do we hear the philosophers clad in disguise
Or do we fall deaf, destined to our demise
Strange and unearthly our existences stand
Shadowed and fake is the distance we ran
Our lives are hollow and insincere
And so we fall to an end most severe
*Note: Something I wrote in a time where I looked around at the HOT TOPIC,
GAP, and AMBERCROMBIE AND FITCH stores. How people buy their image, and
though I didn't address that directly, I dealt with it more from a broad
point of view. Where I can fall back to it when I feel any type of distress
in this world and remember I have nothing on this world worth-while.
Everything valuable is in Heaven awaiting me.