Are We Going Backwards Or Forwards? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

So you speak of love as if you know it.
You truly know it.
As if you have bled for it.
As if you sacrifice everything for it.
Tell me something would you die for it?
Would give your life for somebody elses?
No questions asked.
Motives nor intentions really matter from this stand point.
This ultimate of all trades begs question of the importance the present.
Not the tomorrow or the day after.
What if the happily ever after is never coming.
A servant to the sounds that are still drumming.
The undying hunger for the better something.
Time is but a human invention to make us feel as we are infinite.
As if the towers will still be standing long after were gone for to us to revisit them.
Isn't that the name of this song?
Remembering the yesteryears and all her baby sisters.
The irony of rattling a cage is soon you become numb to the fear.
Numb to the all the tear drops that keep falling.
Numb to all the violence, hate, and rage.
Numb to all emotions.
Quell this what do us humans really have?
What is the point in living if you can't feel.
And I don't mean behind a t.v. screen.
I'm referring to our surroundings.
The environment in which you and I live.
The people you talk to everyday.
The kitten you hold near and dear to your very heart.
How much is to much?
What is the limit my friends.
You say don't worry about it it is all in your head.
Really keep doing as you have done, and you will get what you always have.
The is not a light switch that you can flip on or off at moment notice.
No matter how you broach it they are no easy or clear cut answers.
Just a million or two shades of gray.
Do have fun in the maze.
For this circus is only temporary but I can't say much about the next.
The reason being I haven't seen it just yet.
Doesn't mean it won't come.
Just mean we still have no way of looking.
And that is part of the fun.
Give me a couple twists, and plots to follow.
And I promise you I won't.
I could never settle for the scripted.
A mind not willing to wonder knows no bounds.
For it has never ventured outside this paradoxical box we gave it.
What if we are more wrong the right?