For What’s To Come

-For What's To Come-
by
Keaton Foster



I don't know
I don't understand
Unsure
Unclear
Quite queer
For what's to come
Seemingly
Matters none
When it should
Matter most
This here
This now
Our true God
Yet
Upon many falsehoods
United we stand
A mountain of sin
Few good things
Shining through
Darkness not fooled
We will pay
Oh how we will pay
By the skin
Of our crooked teeth
We have bitten off
Far more than
We
Both you and I
Could ever chew
Far more than
We
Both you and I
Could ever consume
For what's to come
Unsung
Not spoken
A silent warning
From a God above
From the Devil inside
Always with
And regarding us
One and the same
Judgment
For the judgmental
So much
We must pay
We must suffer
For any sins
To be cleansed
A river of blood
Must wash them away
Who am I to say
Such tedious things
I am no one
And yet I am someone
A uniquely flawed specimen
Who does not know
Who does not understand
Unsure
Unclear
Quite queer
I certainly appear
I stand out
While others don't
I am uncomfortable to them
Just as I am to myself
They fear what I say
These poems
These words
Nonsensical illusions
Meant to keep them guessing
The meaning is never as important
As the interwoven context
Certainly I could say
Plug A into B
And you will get C
Certainly I could say
Do what I impress
Only what is meant
And you will be safe
From any born ideal
But I, above all
Am incapable of such blatancy
So I hide each detail
Within the folds of my lines
For what's to come
Is not for me to decide
Only for me to express
This is a gift
Turned curse
Made absurd
But then again
Maybe not...

For What's To Come
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013