To Ponder a Life

To Ponder a life…

We stand and stare at our unordered dreams,
not recognising what’s been there relayed.
Younger somehow from what is remembered,
in accordance with a time that’s edge is frayed.

Uncertainty runs, it’s a blood streamed rage,
now thinly spilled courage in veins of light.
Carrying forth our palest weakened ideal,
terrified of even the dark white knight.

Should we not return to surface in this hell,
even a saint must have recourse to ponder.
About respect we’ve given to a lowly life,
some I fear believing it still has wonder.

Attention seeking fakers hold tightly,
pulling down the best of symbolic man.
Striking sharply while their irons hot,
stealing misguided people while they can.

If we are to believe in something new,
then a faker called god must stand accused.
He has been around for a thousand years,
a thousand of those he’s wholly abused.

Bring forth your hero’s, come on down,
non can stand the truest of mans test.
That being to live within a social gown,
content, no need to crave unique or best.