Sometimes all you need is a moment A moment of primal animal desperation That you despise yet inevitable Vindictive in nature, in the grand scheme of life To the coherence that is the chaos of you Emanating all around you Engulfing the past and the present To a future predetermined In contradiction to your chaos In spite of all that you know
I used to believe In a static world Cold hard and hostile That things were set in stone That as things change From moment to moment The more they remain the same I used to believe In the rigidness of it all I used to Until I met you
The sky is on fire The flames spread out from luminous clouds, spanning unto the horizons end I stood on the edge of a precipice You took my hand in yours And we fell into it A valley of green with luscious blooms A day dream like a fever onset Warily I await the coming of days
Sever the soul There is always a truth in between the lines, Traded in for a minute of respite, In a chaotic world of synchronized happenstance In our neglect of that which is true, We’ve become masters of pretense, Blurring the lines in our moment of repose And what is left is undeniably infectious, A Severing of the soul and all that we are
Till Kingdom come The onset of passion dictates A veritable explosion of emotions For those who found meaning In companionship and self Joyously floating up into the clouds Awaiting a séance of those who came before In reveries and rituals Till kingdom come
The unending crash of the waves onto the shoreline, is incomparable bliss.