ready freddy

The end is in sight
the bend in the night
where the slivers of mist
turn to heavenly light.

Open your eyes to the pit of despise
then the force of the rise
brings the weight of surprise.
The want to just stay,
make it all go away,
bring back the blinds
to make cease of the day.

Stop it in motion,
erupt an explosion,
all but contained
in the lifeless emotion.

Still like the wind,
dark like the sun,
closed like the doors
through which i can run.

Believe in the lost and the broke and the pain,
open the windows and let in the rain.
Cleanse from the pure, mark from the stained,
drift to the claim that we aren't all insane.

Cling to the thought that the work that is made
is believably sound and conceivably blamed.

My substance is clear
as the mud in a dam,
pristine as garbage
and solid as sand.

Where's the belief
i should share with the clan?
I should know it but don't,
and I can't see the plan.
Too many branches
and not enough roots,
the planter is crowded
by stunted brown shoots.

Come to a T-stop
and no more broad forks
where the chance of deduction
all simply deports.

Back to where it all started,
just lying in head,
wondering when the whole world
will wake up and be fred.