Empty Poem by James Tipp

If I should reach that time of not knowing that which is known
When all I see is the immediate the now and yesterday is lost
Then let me pass in peace to another place to find myself and you,
To be lost when found is a sadness few can bear or few would seek
Our laws human and just seem pointless to our reality our condition
Rather they seem to punish the memory keepers with a flaunting image
Saying look at me in here is something you once had but is now empty
Like a label on the packet bearing the image, but only the packet remains.
So if the time comes when these words are no longer found within, remember
I would rather be in another place seeking after who I was, than be a packet
An empty packet, a label that shows the image of the past, but empty.