the demi-gods see us and laugh

Somedays all is expandable

Somedays, nothing is happy

And nothing is sad

All is simply not here

Nor there
It is just a reflection

Of what had been before

Of what is to come

And of what could never be

Somedays

You are a stranger

Or a lover

Or a foe

You are a cold wet kiss

On the inside of my lip

Oftentimes

I cannot perceive the future

And I cannot fathom the past

I cannot breathe and be alive

And yet I cannot begin to try and die

I see these people

These creatures

Walking like smiling, frowning, defaced mortals

On their moral high grounds

Judging and asking and laughing

For what of
I cannot see

They’re words are empty, their tongues

In serpentine knots

Behaving unwisely
Making unbinding promises

They dare not dream

To ever keep

We live inside boxes

We each have our own

One for the old

One for the young

One for the dying

In our boxes

We dream

We build

But we all believe

That our boxes
Are much bigger

Then this
And for this
We cry

Somedays

Love is a preacher

Love is a religion

Othertimes

It is an illusion

It is a decision

We abide to

I believe it’s a mask

For this hellish life

I believe it is a promise

I must always keep

Somedays

I am a child

Somedays

I am an infant

But never have I ever

Felt like a whole

What of a life

That is just an hourglass

We are always waiting, praying, crying

For something better

Yet to attain

What of a life

That is just smoke and mirrors

Goals are lifelines

But when nothing is left

To hope for

What of a life?

What of the dream?

What of nothing?

When we had nothing

To begin with