Sitting on the edge of Nowhere
Gazing from the dark side at that which is Man
Living a turbulent life beneath his fading yellow sun
What is he really?
Where is he going and where is he from?
This creature
With a lifespan within the big picture
Mere inches long
Him
An ordinary "piece" in a cosmic game he doesn't understand
Living
Pursuing
Reproducing
Eventually succumbing
Learning everything and nothing really important
Questions never asked or considered
Lost as he is in the spiritual facade
Content with the promises coded in the charade
Reward and punishment
A haven unseen and unattainable
He lives this life in an illusion of contentment
Within a shadow of a shadow
In a Universe of great splendor
Man
The insignificant player
Busily tending his prurient fires
Priding himself on being Lord and Master
The apple of some great unseen all-seeing eye
While all around him
Doors
Multiple spaces
Diverse beings and his cold-blooded manipulators
Worlds within worlds
Remain steadfastly outside his vision
Solidly obscured by an embellished lie
So blinders on he soldiers on
Unable to consciously access
The majority of his mind
By insidious design
Easily distracted
Easily manipulated
Blissfully unaware of who and what he is
Easily led
Where are you from?
Where do you go when lights go off?
Suppose for arguments sake what you've been drilled to fear...
Suppose it isn't really there
Whose life are you really living in this brief and repetitive interlude?
Sitting on the edge of Nowhere
Gazing from the shadows at that which is Man
Sensing the hunters falling from a distant red sun
Going, going, gone...
Man
In which direction?
Knowledge eventually arrives on unforgiving wings
Moments too late
Sealed fate
Time is a circle it always comes back
© 2010
JM
