Whats To Come

 

Divinity comes faceless,

To the stance of a lost cause,

And the days will be more painless,

If the ideals find reason to pause.

 

The hours will come by fast,

But the days will always seem long,

And the more you question your past,

The more you’ll think of the wrong.

 

The seasons will always change,

But the sorrow will feel the same,

And the moments of ignorance will rage,

Even if your emotion becomes plasticized in vain.

 

Evidently you’ll sigh a sigh,

That seems only mournful in your eyes,

And the aging war will fight on until the day you die.

 

But when the winds blow,

Upon your timely death,

You’ll wonder where you go,

With the hour of your last breath,

And hope there is such a thing as another place,

When walking alone to the next realm on a threaded lace.