LOCKED IN.

I have seen the opening
Of a thousand hallowed halls
And I have touched the remnants
Of knowledge I’ll never hold
But from all of the faces
From all of the places
I have felt the rejection of old.

Now tight in dejection I lie
Like withered hand denied
There can be no salvation
Of the cause left long ago.

The token existence in which we relish
Can never disguise the reaches I cant
Though all is privation I had a dream one day ….

Yet sooner it ended the better for all
I cant climb the mountain for I don’t posses
The baggage that gives me the right.

Now far in the distance there is a cry
One for the ages and one for the rule
But none for the memory I have of you.

What was it like before the storm
Where the trees that now are torn
Upended and rootless they roam
Outcast and very last
But hardly alone.

So scoff, that’s alright, it matters not
There can be no return without fair
Trial by justice, trial by error
Always searching never to find.

That’s why the foundations
Built to last – have
Crumbled like the dust
Where is direction when trapped inside
Where is the solution when locked away
Who knows, who cares but I!

GRUM