rhyme of the ancient and misguided

if one were inclined, it would be folly, though never undermined,
to live and unwind, to forget the end of time,
and to be lost in that untold misery of the blind,
unseeing, and unhearing, and never wanting to know any more
a blot on the landscape, ever-growing, ever bored
never knowing what you're here for
knowing only that you are you, and that's all
no matter what you want, we're enthralled
all for you, and other is trampled upon
worship you, you are the one.

but only you know your weakness and low esteem
they'll never trample on your dreams
because you never acknowledge their right to be
they're nothing but followers, uneasy

so the darkness has long since taken hold
you're too old, your soul has been sold
and there's no chance to turn back anyway.
you've exceeded the bounds a hundred-fold
cant regret, abused times have flown away.

there comes a time, eternity, where always is your ever-more
death comes once, but then life only begins, and death no more
more, ever? never? what has it even meant?
our time's going by and it's almost all been spent
time to take the choice to repent-
to turn back and give away all that freedom to choose,
to submit and to live, and not to lose.


no, listen, dont fret til your final breath
but take heed of these words you've read.
you still have the chance to surrender yourself
and erase what's been done and said.