Reality

Can't put off being young
and no matter how much is saved, it's never enough
to quench the insecure financial thirst.
To buy what?
A view of the futility of life with bricks and beams,
and lawn in the evening sun.

Trying desperately to justify life
with weakness of fabrication
cocooned in a self protecting bitterness.
Fucked up by those that did not mean to.
But why the extras?
To deepen the insane and await quiet's encroachment.

Ignorance, in its misunderstanding, denies what is,
stretching the imagination,
with life collapsing until nothing is known.
Death, the only certainty, catches us all in the end.
The unrest summoned to join the rest of those before.
Leaving behind those to propagate the lie!