There is a point when we have done all that we can in the name of surviving. |
-Another Time- by Keaton Foster Another time One more lie Then again What is true Now loose What are lies Have become Closer to absolutes After so much time I can no longer tell I cannot separate Even as they are happening Dissection impossible I’m confused By who I am What I’ve become There is a point Where we as people Are broken Irreparable Monumental Calamities of existence Our own to be exact I’m way past there I’m beyond All scope and scale There is no form Of measure Spec of minute There only is nothing In a way That means everything I can only confess To the God of chance Hoping That he hears What I’ve said Knowing all of The lies pressed I’ll assume the best But be prepared To be judged At my worst Acceptance and denial Are two facets of humanism That I neither refuse nor accept Neutral is the struggle Of my most inner being My mind is damaged This spine is crooked This sufficient heart A logical fallacy Upon which everything That I am has been built I was born to chaos So I survived Did what I must Never thinking Of what was right In my defense I never really knew Instinct is the catalyst To all that I’ve decided Another time I sometimes say If my life Could have been different What would I have done What would I have become I’ll never know Those chances gone Removed from my heart Ripped from the spark Placed out of reach Out of any and all belief As before One more lie Quickly becomes every other I am at the point now Where the truth To me is no longer clear I don’t know it Because I have decided To find this way to survive it… Another Time Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |