#rip rickon

We mobilize through life With Our Compass Stretched towards Moving on. Scene from scene and from sin into Sin Life has turned to a movie yet we still observe for a clue to what's going on. Going to There to find here, when here is the way there running from life when it’s Death we should Fear. Humans, a Race in Race. For with each Step we take, we Pace in Chase skip now for what's next. Our instincts survive forever when they can't live now. Mentally Nomadic. A Possession We have  with Time, Contending For Tomorrow's Better day In Hopes to win away the loses that burn in the Flames of Yesterday Flagging the Past a monster when it us we try to get away And today lies vividly a better day. We moved and March for the Freedom the Free-Doom that doom Us, Our Brothers to call Move with Knives and Pangas To butcher us And Yet, We hope for his Hug When he does not shake our Hand Trying to Cement A concrete Relationship When we yet to mold by Sand. From Killing animals we move to murder one another And in our Corporate suits at the house of the law We turn cheeks to call Each other Brother. Unaware that as we elope the Past We Bid adieu the Present Rest in Peace And when we conclude ourselves to the End, we start to Reminisce On what could be the Missing Piece Tracing Dot from Dot That we have moved on From to find that missing link. Ever wonder if what we meant to see is what we should have seen? So For Once Let us stop searching for the sun and through the rain should we dance Let's not View Forever And See Now. So How About Here?