A very strange poem about self exploration and who we are and what we are looking for. |
-One Man’s Submarine- by Keaton Foster To the depths Where madness is kept Where forever sleeps Deeper still Way beyond All that he is comfortable with One man’s submarine Is another’s death trap A metal container Capable of withstanding Pressures unimaginable Exploration of inner demons Reciprocation Over all that he has done As far apart as they seem Closer and closer they bleed Upon crushing depths They let out a unified scream Let me find peace A sense of ease The world above The world below One eternal prison of keeping Locked away in a pseudo cage All men, both above and below Are animals kept within skin Exploration is only happening Out of a desperate need Not to know But to be sure Without any doubt Is all that we will stand for Arrogant fools We need not know the rules To play such a dangerous game We make them up as we go along Because we feel we are kings Gods of our skin Image is everything Even if what we see is fake One Man’s submarine Is another’s death trap A metal container Capable of withstanding Pressures unimaginable Capable of holding back The terrible world outside As well as the one inside Death will come for us all But until then some will push While others will pull Some will dive to the depths While others rise to the surface All in the name of what we must know All in the name of answers we require Belief is not as easy as it seems The show we put on is just a ploy We will continue until we are sure Confidence within doubts equilibrium Is all that will be required for us Such fools… One Man’s Submarine Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |