So bored of throwing stones
around the glass house of consciousness;
of exalting or bemoaning
Too many words already written &
even more waiting to arrive,
so why continue to
Is it only to kill the time,
or find some way to bridge
the vast divide
between us all?
Or maybe a failed attempt to deny
that the Rise is really the Fall;
there will never be a way to
& the words will continue regardless,
unmoved by constant confusion & doubt.