Candles just another spike in the lid of a cake called life
Strands of morality bind us to pretences of reality
While stranded in midair we reach for mirages of acceptance
The particles of life try to bind themselves together in sequence
Failing in fiction bare the true love and even so failure here is efficient
A world created by locks greed and some unknown monetary creed
Why do we feel we must become useless gears in a useless deed?
Truth lives in the tower of our lost hopes of childhood
We know this but instead conform to the comforts of civilization
Our casting is the binding that overwhelms the hot lines of our lining
Still we set sail into high voltage horizons that only ship in circles
The Tao in us only comes to shore in the cold December fallings
Too late for human consumption or exploration that come calling
Born in stocks and deeded but moments in between we catch glimpses
Your eyes meet mine in a forest with hanging fog and the flickering of sun
Momentarily we let go of the fiction to look inside the truth in us and everyone
The matrix dissolves and we see a beauty brighter than any sonnet
But we must not dare care or let overwhelm these grains of seconds
Or we shall be forced to live in padding or beached like whales dying
Ode to this lifetime our grandfather words are but ramblings
Mumbles and cataracts blinded to the business of youth
Bee’s busily transferring their precious corporate nectars
Collecting for their last decade of discoveries and dues
Missing the last yacht to seas of freedom
Missing in a beautiful world was me and you
Candles just another spike in the lid of a cake called life
