Wednesday, June 10

Be the last piece of the endless puzzle

Sliding down the slippery slope of glue
picking up the broken pieces
of what is new and what is true

Falling towards the deep blue sky
reaching for something to hold onto
fruitless, yet you continue to try.

Until you reach the rest of humanity
Stuck on the inside of the ball
Be the last piece of the puzzle. Darkness.

Yet purposeful.
The peoples pride soars to a new sky.
"Look what we have created!"

A God so big
The only person left to worship him
Is himself. Cycle after vicious cycle.