All Along My Own

-All Along My Own-
by Keaton Foster



All along my own
What I know
What I don’t
One and the same
All of it my pain
All of it my way
I fight the game
As I play to win
The consummate loser
I’ve never really had a chance
God’s slighted hand
Misaligned with his image
Set askew from his words
Does me the most damage
He beats me right down
Whenever I try to get back up
Whenever I publically oppose
His increasingly nonexistent role
His knuckles are bruised
His palms stained red
He won’t find it in his heart
To even begin to relent
But fortunate for me
Neither will I
Both his gift and curse
To me and my life
A gift such as that
Can never be taken back
Never be returned
Always it remains mine
Part of my heart
Bits of my mind
Chunks of my soul
There can be nothing else
And to that I often say
All along my own
Variable is the sense
Twisted is the logic
Ideally such things
As those words and ideas
Do everything but go together
Everything but be as one
But there it is
The dichotomy me
And of who it is that I am
And how I have come to relate
With the man up above
The one gripping his hand
And shouting take this
You, every child of sin
You, those so innocent
You, so damned to begin with
Faith is indeed a vicious circle
And like it or not
People like you
Like us
Are caught in the middle
There is no real escape
No change that any
Not a single one
Can contend with
Fighting the system
Burning down the cities
Killing every enemy
Destroying all subsidy
Is just par for the course
The rights of the game
That we are always playing
Freewill, can neither be denied
Or ever truly embraced
It is just there
Like the sky
Like the sun
Like everything that we know
And everything that we don’t
Both simple and complex
Both relatable and deniable
Unquestionable and challenged
All in the same sentence
All along my own
To me makes the most sense
I know there are others
But in this circle
Between God and humankind
I see not a one of them
All along my own
What I know
What I don’t
One and the same
All of it my pain
All of it my way
I fight the game
As I play to win
The consummate loser
I’ve never really had a chance
And to that and God above
I’ll always come to say
So be it…



All Along My Own
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.