I am making the most with what I have been givenOh the desolation I have seen
The perfection
The tragedy
I move unseen
Creeping behind the pillars that hold the perceptible in place
The lies painted in front of me
My in-gestation waters out around me
Continuing this conquest beyond my control
There are moments I want to break free
Letting go of this constriction tightening my chest
Stepping out of the synthetic stronghold containing me
But sometimes I wonder what it would be like to stay
To sit idle and fade with the sheep in silence
To crumble to dust, without a prayer
Without a name