Transition Poem by vee gee

Come out, come out, wherever you are
into the light of day
you lurk within the shadows
caught between a rock and perceived hard place
between religion and truth
He whispers in your ears amidst smoke filled rooms
the drone of the hypnotic base
he's in the valley
after the climax....waiting
tugging at the fabric of a meaningless reality
a life of pure existence
He is the splinter in your brain
it is the question that drives you
the mystery that plagues you
the purpose that evades you
the answer is waiting