I haven't figured it yet.

A Poem by SPIDEY

I haven't figured this too yet.

What's with intensity?,
And with the continuum of time,
What's with apathy?
And it towards the support of crime.

When were we touched by anarchy?,
When were we touched by peace,
When were we so overwhelmed last that shook us to our very knees,
But we ignore the signs and do as we please.

Verily for years we thought earth to be the center,
But everything has its orbit.
Then we figured sun to be at the center.
BUT, not that of the world, D****T!
Even our center has it's center.
Encircling our mentor,
We forget we have someone circling us too,
They named it as moon and we searched for it every night when it was due.

But what's with the push and pull,
What's with being empty and full.
The day we figure the pieces,
I fear we'll forget what peace is.

The day will crash to night.
And the horrors in our closet,
Is what we will have to fight.
Instill fear in your water and close your faucet.

What's the point of it all,
I haven't figured it yet.