visitor

i'm tired-tired of chasing after the voice
trying to bridge the gap between what i think and who i am
it's taken the hard way for me to learn that
most times a reach exceeds grasp and disappointment lies hither in wait
rarefied success often leads to anxiousness
developing into numbing addictions to quell the emptiness
years they balance atop precipice waiting for their time to
float down into the hysterical darkness of past

easy pea to ask to be brightly optimistic
to assume forward progress everything'sgonnabealright
the trembling inside is not so easily moved
comewhatmay symptomatic decisions follow
a godless world is like a headless chook who pecks at nothing
with nothing to use to achieve the something it thinks it has to
no point to this madness no end with this solitude
what use is it when useless to beings

then in comes an idea
salvation it heralds with promise of a life after
there's a already have everything and everything in its time ring
someday comes into the picture and plans come in
then maybe just maybe you'll dig yourself out from your grave
life begins again or so it seems
until someday, oneday when a visitor comes again