Break The Cycle, Break The Curve

It's the end of the line, the end of time

It's the end of reason, the end of rhyme

 

The sun is setting amidst his regretting

All his actions matter, he keeps forgetting

 

He made all the decisions, all the choices

And he ignored the clatter of the voices

 

Telling him to turn his ship of life around

Or else he would run it aground

 

The negative results have been reaped

Salted soil is where he'll fall asleep

 

At least if he could commit the act

The haters care less, they lack the tact

 

To be friendly in the spouse's time of crisis

Even in death, people are never the nicest

 

But he made the choices, committed the acts

The truth never sweetens the bitter facts

 

The superintendents are not calling him back

He's fallen deep into the blue and into the black

 

And so he floats like a falling power curve

And this is a fate that he has deserved

 

But he doesn't reach zero, his wanted fate

He only starts over, cleaning the slate

 

And so on, so it goes, the recurring wave

He feels like Sisyphus, the granite slave

 

And so he starts over, feeling the same

His niche in life, his role in the game

 

So goodbye Sparta, he says to the rearview mirror

Even though his windshield view isn't any clearer

 

He's only lived the product of three prime numbers

There shouldn't be any reason for premature slumber

 

Roots can be replanted in new soil after all

Salted or fertile, it's his ultimate call

 

He can break the mindset of November Zero

And become another of humanity's minor heroes

 

He can break the cycle and break the curve

And start speaking with positive words

 

So farewell Sparta, farewell outer lands

And say welcome to warm, loving hands

 

God will save you, point you in the direction

Right and best, the correct selection

 

So just have faith and discern the Ghost

Because He's the One who loves you most

Reviews

[Scarecrow November]

Another wonderfully worded piece.