Belief

Twice split halves in twain.
Living on, with nothing to gain
The difference, of rememberence is seen
Watching a world, where none are clean.
Time revolves, in a relative state.
Fast for love, and slow for hate.
Ecstatic reliance, on known principals.
But life lost, is but a few syllables.
Looking forward or looking back
Is a desperate riddle, we cannot crack
Whether alone or not
Existance unexplained
A world apart
The confusion remains
The Illusion reigns
And death only gains
and death only gains.....
Grief for the slain, and mirth for the birth
Of a time, a place, a person, with supposed worth.
We can't see the end not clearly, but we accept the call
To watch all those around us, and feel the fall
If a time comes when we all are numb
Then shall we shepherd the days of the dumb to come
If ignorance is bliss
We've become too listless
Not to see the ways we have
To become ballistic.