Just Too Real

-Just Too Real-
by
Keaton Foster



I stand here
Pointing
Screaming
My lion’s share
God above
Fool there beyond the sun
What have you done
How could you ever
What purpose did you wish
What meaning have you kept
You, dare I so willingly say
Are the bastard of all intent
In this critical mistake
That is continually happening
Some have, while others don’t
Some will live, while many others won’t
All will face you in time
All will stand within your shine
All will be judged accordingly
And might I add quite ridiculously
If you can, if you dare, if you fear
Then strike me down
Make no sound
Do it real loud
Either way
Justice purveyed
I will understand
After all I am just a man
A fallible perfection created
Semantics with regard to
On purpose
Or by accident
One half
Or a dozen of another
This world
This reality
Just too real
Forgive you
I could not
It’s not my place
Not my sincerest wish to waste
I have been raised to the ground
I have been sunken to the depths
Your madness shows no pity
No sympathy am I sure you feel
I am just one of so many
All of us are experiments
Within a petri dish
Held in your malevolent hand
Once you are done
Once you know what you must
We will all be disposed of
Thrown out like trash
This world, your experiment
The universe, a garbage bin
Incredulous, I know, dare I suppose
Preposterous, I understand, clarity in hand
I am sure that you are saying
That I, a sinner of a heretic
Am just running off at the mouth
Wishing that I was much more
Wishing that I had a suitable chance
Certain that everything is somehow unfair
Even though
I know nothing of the rules
And if I did
I am sure that such rules
Need not apply
Life
The one that I’m living
This one that was given
Just too real
Is such a reality what you intended
Or is it a byproduct of everything
That you intended least of all…


Just Too Real
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013