Ace Of Black Hearts
Where Does It Lead? ? ? - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Strange is the day, in the sun and still feeling cold.
Making another move so bold.
A million keys you hold.
Which is the right door?
Is it marked by a shadow?
Does it have an reflection?
Does it lead to another dimension?
Does it house this worlds greatest invention?
Does it teach you the art of prevention?
How does one know if they don't go?
Its not about ego.
Its not about that which you don't have.
For wants and needs are always there no matter the place in which you stand.
Its the unknown.
Its a curiosity.
Like a cat we chase.
Bring on the fall dew.
Ancient instincts, haven't changed.
No matter how sophisticated we get.
We must never forget that we haven't seen it all yet.
The arrogance of progress.
Leaving your guard down creates such a mess.
But we can't control it.
Its the pure practice of chance.
Its learning that new dance.
A collector hanging the bullsh*t on the wall.
The important hiding in the dark.
A voice silenced by that which we don't understand.
Putting a label to it.
Trying to make it fit.
Inventing a common practice.
Afraid but we must know how far down the hole goes.
Have we created the black blizzard?
Blacking out what can't be understood by the average man.
A plan so simple but still it wont make sense.
For your using a false pretense as a defense.
A guesstimation of the stars in a constellation.
How many, have you really counted them all?
Because you say so, just don't cut it no more.
We need the proof that can never be provided.
A fate already decided.
As it ends i fear our souls will disappear.
Comments about Where Does It Lead? ? ? by Ace Of Black Hearts
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- TelevisionRoald Dahl
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda