Disassembling the Machine

There's a light on the horizon-
Its a devilish, internal glow.
Yet those who claim their vast wisdom-
if asked would say: I don't know.

The light is a consuming fire-
incalculable in its expanse.
It draws all of us to its great ball room-
then forces us to smile and dance.

you may take one side or the other-
In any given crowd on any street,
You meet adversity with a shrug of the shoulder-
Feeling bold, but looking at your feet.

Beautiful things come at a price-
yes they never present themselves to be free.
so do you look at liberty as: 'something nice,'
but that we'll never actually see?

If you enjoy pain and sorrow-
then heed not what I have to say.
your time will come tomorrow-
to seize the everlasting in dismay.

you will never find what your searching for-
the machine would fall apart this way,
you can only walk, occasionally through a hidden door.
then act as if you've nothing at all to say.