Foreseeable Future

A back turned to a friend in need. Or anything else you want it to be.

With your parachute tangled up in the telephone wires

The sting of silence isn't gonna get you any higher

 

Lay real low at the bottom of the hole

And you might not feel the sinking of your soul

 

You think if you lose your grip, you'll lose the faith

It's not a puddle you’re standing in, but an ocean of pain

 

So just come to grips, come to terms

Put down your arms and stop clawing at the dirt

 

The deity talked to you today

Time has looked the other way

Three hundred walls line the maze

Light was taken from your days

 

Crossing to the other land

While following the great command

Evolving from your master plan

Spin it around if you can

For when the puzzle falls apart

Inevitably, your sinking will start

 

So start praying now

Start begging now

Start your pleading now

 

And maybe someday

He will stop to hear what you've got to say

 

Author's Note

Feel free to pick it apart as much as you want. That's the only way it will improve.