Ace Of Black Hearts (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)
Too Many Unknowns
Here we go again.
Ridged as nails.
Wicked as sin.
It was never where do we begin.
It was more like when will end.
The sex was good, till the bottom dropped.
Middle aged and the pleasure is just gone.
Rosy are the images of a bitter youth.
Never happy with what you have till it's no more.
A new waking dawn.
Limb by limb ripped off.
Just a shell to make your way through this hell.
Holding your feet in fire as long you can.
Agonizing moments leave us but a little more wanting.
A journey across the horizon.
One day you'll meet your maker.
Tell me are you prepared.
Are you not scared?
Silence whispering upon the eardrum.
Be very wary.
A whimpering impression left as mere foot print.
A stained carpet that is over time shredded into tiny little fibers.
A formal decay.
All proper like from our very limited understanding.
The complexity of this is beyond our very own self awareness.
Diving deep inside.
Feeling the summer breeze, and the winters glare.
A constant battle in every thing we see.
As if it was never meant to be.
A rotten seed.
A cancer growing like its got all the answers.
When in truth, it is just committing its own suicide.
Because once you go so does all that physically attached.
But beyond that I really don't know.
I do not have gate into that window.
It is ultimate question of all creatures large and small.
Like it or not were one of them.
Get down with dogs, get friendly with the trees, become one with nature.
They are all living beings too.
There lives eventually end too.
And maybe somewhere there is one out there with knowledge long forgotten, or waiting to be discovered.
We are but a subatomic particle in a galaxy of unknowns.
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