Purity

Would you still feel the same,
if I told you it was all a lie,
just a sinking truth in the night.

What are we to do.
What are we to say.
When it all boils down to it,
there is no meaning.
How can we quest for purity,
when even the strong falter and fail.
Our best wishes and hopes meaning nothing in the cosmic oblivion.
Hooray for mediocricy.
Hurrah for stupidity.
The perfect solution.
No more fears of retribution from the higher being.
Just a blissful, cooling, spiralling oblivion.

Melt into my dream.
Waking to the dawn of a new way of thinking.
Rising to meet thy brother,
speaking not in words but metaphors,
givin to you by the dream you felt last night.
Watching the world man created falter and fail,
falling to the night.
Gazing through glazed eyes,
the fires of our future warm the flesh
and burn the mind.

Hunter gathering as we once did,
nomadic tendancys reborn.
Morals and fortitude becoming garbled noises thrown to the wind.
Find joy in the pitfalls of others,
rising above their bones and find peace in their muted cries,
more living for yourself.
Oh and what a joyous life you live.
Gifted with a past you only want to hide,
guided by a future that is nowhere in the night.