Man On a Mountain (Change Poem)

Man On a Mountain

This world has grayed me, to the point where I couldn’t shape me.

You say age is a blessing, but I haven’t smiled at the sunrise in sometime.

Under a streetlight absent without a breeze, knees quivered, absence of passion in need of a casket, mind in fragments, did this really, just happen?

A blink and I start to think, as the blood starts to sink in,

there's a chink in the metal links and, its finally apparent

that we all need to start caring, because with our current compassion

there’s a lack in reaction, and there's no telling what the universe has in store.

I’m a student of Christ attending the university of life,

born into man, a son of Sam.

We’re in ever dynamic  times and we constantly get stuck in, the confines of our inorganic little world.

A revolution is what's in store, because there's a delusion in our spiritual union, and somethings gotta give.

I try to open my eyes and realize the fact that I’m here for only a short time, remove the lies open my eyes to what's wise and move forward.

But this superficial world has spread on me like cancer, taking and suppressing all the answers,

but this world means no harm, simply trying to create an epiphany,

but indifferently we just get lost in the proving grounds.

I have the means to tackle this and have the resources at my disposal

I’ll take one more step backwards, and learn why that happens

use that to re correct my steps and move forward.