Roads

hidden with the evil-that occult creation

under the forgotten oak leaves of autumn

in a world's past that's been broken

by words left in riddles, washed away

she kept her lips locked tight

as they nursed her with poisoned melodies

in her mind, the voices started singing

to override the machine; I must be dreaming.

They were just sinners; for the love of adventure

my heart was captured; and rendered

to the bentonite dreams of an anarchist

for the actors in this terrible show

the apocalypse that I forgot; that I was only

a pacifist--to the false memory that justified

this decade of orphaned justice.

Televised lies about a war fought and won

a forced submission; a cruel bondage

the science that was my unholy escape

a hopeful second coming of the only son

those impossible theories of freedom

conventional diagrams; their vindicator

imaginations, so incredibly divine.

in this white-washed town; your always drowning

watch the stars as they sparkle and shoot across the sky

The dawn is golden, our truth is an endless untold story

the broken prophets and visions of a 21st century

who had heard a dream's harping call

trace our footprints in the sands of time...

following the echoes of a voice of someone who

had refused to shake...

was unable to be broken...

I may as well have come to the conclusion

that I will never be able to escape the simulation

as those four walls are closing in around me

I am lost in space and time is falling backwards

for I am the one who was born in reverse

you were the sparks; you were not born cursed

so look for a bridge from here to there

as he draws closer to finding the truth

I just want my soul to be spared

some control in an ever-evolving scheme

in this eternal stair.