By: Erin Clay
You-
you are all that’s left at the end of the day.
When the show is over and the lights are out-
that’s all that’s left.
They can’t follow you to your grave.
They don’t understand your serious demeanor
or how you were made to be the person you are.
Maybe they had different circumstances?
But it seemed that you learned everything the hard way-
you were stubborn, you wouldn’t be perfectly obedient,
so you were nearly
crushed from the weight…
But(t)
there was a moment when you were pushed out and instead
of falling off that cliff-
you flew.
Who knew?
Who knew that under all that armor is a soft interior tired
of all the
games, politics, lies, and illusions perpetuated by yourself
(Believing)
and the others-
a psycle of suffering- samsara..
is there a pattern that helps Me escape the pattern?
Or is this all madness from beginning to end?
They see the Beauty but leave @ sight of the Beast-
The grass isn’t always greener on the other side.
Some attempt to hide the dark parts of oneself to be admired-
the triumphant hero…
no, don’t make yourself The Victim.
No one is perfect- what games are you willing to play?
It’s a very serious matter it’s
a very serious matter @ the end
of the day.
The show is over and the
lights are out.
What do you believe without even a
shadow of a doubt?
Upon being placed to rest (upon
your deathbed),
do you know what you did best?
Did it all matter?
Did that degree- framed in your office matter then? Or is it
now just reduced to a piece of paper- with the further possibility of being
reduced to ash and dust to whence we came?
Is it all the same?
Is life a game? A rat race?
Sometimes you confuse me-
are ya trying to express or impress?
The words stop here.
Words only go so far-
only serving as blankets to a deeper
reality- symbols-
signs-
for the logistics of phenomena underneath.
It is only in darkness that we know the light.
Sung here: https://soundcloud.com/erin-clay/the-end-of-the-day-and-the
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