Weirdness Enthralled

-Weirdness Enthralled-
by
Keaton Foster



Weirdness enthralled
Randomness jammed together
Perfect sense to me
Nonsensical to all who see
With their blind eyes
Subservient within their system of belief
They don’t always want to know
But I know that a story
Always must be told
Right or wrong has no bearing
So again here we are
You and I
I will begin towards the end
Down past my broken home
Out past these shattered bones
Is a place not truly known
A perilous wilderness of id
And the maddening circumstance
Of “what if”
Such a place, I dare not refuse to go
But be assured, absolutely guaranteed
The fear in my heart is great
I, like most, do not wish to die
I only wish to begin to truly live
One hand does not always wash the other
Heavily stained is my soul
God pushes me around
Like a bully in a schoolyard
Test after test, I am growing weary
Because there is no choice in sight
Death will be no absolute release
Not existing will change little
His power to subdue
His power to interfere
To put his finger in my eye
To kick me in the chest
Are not influenced by life
Life is only one of many forms
The core of my bones is empty
Fragile I have unwillingly become
Of such words, hear what you wish
Decipher a meaning that you
Are alone most comfortable with
I will not judge you if you abandoned me
Stranger, how could I ever
Wild flowers must always remit
Growth beyond the forest
Out into the endlessly beautiful meadows
Is the only thing that separates light from darkness
And truth from such unrequited madness
Undeniable beauty should not be wasted upon me
The master understands, and if he doesn’t
Really, why should I give a rat’s ass
My faith, what I have as my own
Is no mountain, rather a wilderness of entanglement
A dark, ominous expanse of unknown things
Things always just beyond the reach of my nose
Each step further into the void
Feels more and more like home
Each step backwards is a memory
Memories that I wish not to have
I am advancing closer to the end
But still the answers that I seek could be
As far away as any impossible dream
So for me, walking into the darkness
Into the never-ending expansiveness of my mind
And more importantly my heart
Is really the only choice to be made
Each day I make it, each day I take a step
Further and further into weirdness enthralled…



Weirdness Enthralled
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.