So the world is your playground
Or at least that is what you think
Swing from the bars with the simians
Until the day turns into darkness
Taken for granted everything that matters
As they lay so many roses at your feet
Business as usual until your stepping stones
Become a path that leads to your tomb
Others wish to see you find your way
By providing safe refuge from the inner storm
That very storm now destroys everything in it’s wake
As the horizon brings signs of trouble on it’s way
Far too much maelstrom to be reversed
As there is no one left to pick up the pieces
A precious pearl of perfect disaster
Left all alone to wallow in your solitary misery
Wading through the corpses you have piled up
Without a second thought or heavy conscience
One day the dead will rise and hell will be paid
You will recognize each cold face of retribution
So be wary of the times when things feel calm
As you make your way through the wreckage
You feel the warmth of the light approaching
But do not be so foolish as to ignore the rumbling
There is only one certainty in this world for you now
Light at the end of the tunnel is most assuredly a train
JMC813 