Stop for a moment,
Still, the movement.
Drink up, look at the stars
As the sun recedes,
The lights dim, and brighten
In a constant burn,
Helium combustion
Constant decadence
As people shine, in the night sky,
In the darkness and the lack of light.
The fragrance of decoction wafts through
As you still,
Still all movement and stop for the light.
The wind flows through the air
Reason doesn’t compel
Clocks tick,
Time drags us into oblivion,
The end shall come.
And yet, you push walls to find,
A reason for it all.
Water flows,
Reason doesn’t compel,
The leaves flutter in the flowing wind,
In the night that turns slowly into day.
Without reason,
Purposeless, time drifts,
And yet,
Yet,
You push walls to find,
A reason for it all.
Insipid thoughts bundle through,
You compare yourselves
To other people,
People in your life,
Creaking of floorboards, voices of thousands
Thousands that trudge their way
Onto tops of mountains
In the thrift of the thunderstorm,
Pushing walls, to find,
A reason for it all.
You attempt to create wounds upon nature,
Blisters that burst, pus that spurts
And you sit in the middle, to claim it your own.
Wolves howl in the night, without reason
Light shines, without reason
Darkness destroys, without reason
Life lives, without reason,
The winds blow, without reason,
And you man, attempt to find reason,
Keeping yourselves on pedestals above the rest,
To think you are a God,
As you worship other Gods,
And rear sheep for slaughter
You try to find a reason, without reason.
And as death knocks down the doors that hurt
An eventual push that you seem to make
And with a gasp, as you lose the last breath
You make a leap, as you fret
Reasons not found, as death claims you first.
And as you die, you realise,
That if you hadn’t wasted it all away,
In a search for truth,
You could’ve been the flowing water,
You could’ve been the blowing wind,
You could’ve been the wolf, howling into the night,
You could’ve been the light
And you lost it all, in a search, for purpose.
And now, dead, purposeless you drift,
Thinking of what you could’ve had,
Lying beneath the stars.