The meaning of life
will not be found
in the dictionary.
this mystery, everyone
becomes a suspect.
Additions are being built
in an attempt to profit
off of our lack of knowledge.
They will soon topple over
from the pressure.
Until then, they will test us
all to see what we will do to feel
We are an open wound
with no salt
as we walk through the
door of each otherís interests.
A couple becomes one person
and are able to lock the smiling child
above the monotonous music.
They look to the side and ask
how each otherís day went.
The investigation resurfaces
beneath the useless banter.
The investigation tears away time
that could be spent
underneath the satin sheets,
wondering what new promises to keep.
We give advice that was not asked for
until we are completely thoughtless.
Give time to think before it is all taken.
We shouldnít have to almost die to be
Life has become a busy signal; a shrug.
Thoughts wash away
as we become too hard to define
and too hard not to.
Emotions become a tempest
as we are torn off our pedestal
with one savage thrust.
Jagged pieces lay silent because
we fixate on becoming a monger.
Completion keeps our heads from breaking apart.
Underneath the shady dealings
there is truth.
Childrenís glowing eyes will lead
the way, so as not to become
lost in the unavoidable concern.