I say what I feel, what I know, am I ever right? I am both certain and unsure. |
-In The Space Between- by Keaton Foster There are no lies You’ve never been told There is no truth You ever been shown Your eyes betray Your mind escapes What you know Is not what it is What you don’t know Is what you require Taking up residence In the space between You fight each battle All the while Losing the war You shall be killed Feld upon the sword You will be cut Sliced meat and bone It will hurt like hell You will scream to God You will plead with death Neither will respond All of your secrets Will spill out No one will come To pick them up For a time The stain will remain Those happening by Will for the most part Remain unchanged But what they see is ruled By what you have done To yourself in life In the space between Nothing is here In the beginning In the end Always between Is more of the same Living Opposition To existence friend If we are the stain Then this world The mosaic in which We all find existence Is nothing more Than an inkblot test Somewhere There is a madman He alone knows But he won’t tell He keeps it close Selfish he appears Truthfully All of us he spares In the space between We find our way Our rite of passage Such a glorious endeavor At least that is what We often tell ourselves But like all things here In the space between It is neither a lie Nor the truth… In The Space Between Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |