Pen to the paper asshole,

Prints to the keys,

Smoke two packs more

And then laugh while you wheeze.

Eyes on the screen dick head,

Mind in the past,

Make what came first

Be the most tangible last.

Feet on the brick shit head,

Pain in the ass,

Drink yourself silly

And then stomach the gasp.

Thank those around Fucker,

Kneel to the mild,

For the bed in your mind

Is a stump in the wild.

 

Now youve got your tools and youre ready to go.

You felt desert, heard ocean, hit pavement, read snow.

Equiped with beliefs and relived of reliefs.

Worshiping no one, heeding no cheif.

 

And what is this thing youve built?

Is it some proud structure with unbreakable walls?

What a fabulous thing to build a tower no man can reach.

And what is this fence, this wall youve denied?

How miraculous the sheen on defenses so filled with holes

They exist more so as a concept than a tangible guard.

 

And what is this song you sing?

A proud reflection of failures not hushed by shame,

But boisterous and imotal,

Living forever within every moment they're sung.

 

And who is this man you have made?

A golem conjoured to the surface of what we can see,

To guide a conciousness toward the favorable end

We were all taught to worship,

But never quite belived.

 

There is no value in an answer,

An answer seeks to snuff the curiousity in which

It was born.

So youre left with a new riddle to chase:

 

Will you walk desert, swim ocean, hit pavement, crunch snow;

With heavy feet or weightless inquiry?

Will you crumble walls, climb fences;

With the aprecition of the space in-between?

Will you sing songs;

And be as boisterous as need be to burry shame?

Will you take responsibility for the creature you've created?

 

Or will you look in the mirror,

Into some new world,

Where anything is possible,

And every moment is a poem

Unwriten.