A really twisted, back and forth poem about ideas & questions that burn through my mind. |
-Constantly This- by Keaton Foster Constantly this What Should I digress I’d be quite remiss Fearing nothing as of yet I will advance a step Always just a bit closer While never knowing The distance that remains Some would say madness Often I offer up my assumptions Because assumption is king In this crooked kingdom of men Knowing and understanding that Is all that can be for certain A secret friends Such certainty terrifies me to no end Maddening is this man The one living within What a monster I must appear Reality always unclear Constantly this What I don’t pretend to know Understanding one’s role A lifetime affliction An unholy dereliction Duties must be kept Not so blatantly ignored I would go to hell If there was such a place I would go to Heaven If heathens were allowed There not Constantly this What I refuse the idea Broken away from the norm I won’t accept what you see The seeing eye Cannot be trusted Never does my mind wait Never does my heart break Endless is every damn pace Tragic is everything connected Wasteful are my endeavors I do not know love I can only pretend as if I do I won’t embrace faith But that being said I see absolute darkness as a waste Constantly this What All that I know for sure All that I can understand I do wish There was another plan A way to live beyond this But there is not Nor will there ever be Simple does it seem Impossible will it always be Constantly this What Speak the question And I’ll clarify the answer Not the one you wish But the one that I possess… Constantly This Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |