Living Through It Until It Is Over (A Person Without God)
I see the window is open and the sun has rose
Another morning to wake up to and I know where this goes
Another routine to go through and another day to miss
There is something more and better than this
When the curtains are shut and the darkness is spread
I know it is another night that I lay in my bed
Another night to close my eyes and be in silence
To shut the world out and ignore its hate and violence
Even though I know the world is full of crime and hate
I forget it all and sleep, for the next day I will await
There is no freedom in my chains and there is no exit sign
The only option is to live by the rules and walk along the line
Even the rules can be bent and even as much as broken in two
You are not safe anywhere through anything no matter what you do
There is no safety belt along this road called Life we travel
We don't know what will happen but we wait for the path to unravel
Sometimes the road is smooth and the ride is nice
But stop for directions and listen for someone's advice
Some have traveled along the same route and may have seen ahead
You can listen to those who have made it further or those who haven't instead
Whatever you choose, the road is still there and it is a short ride
I can't promise that it is all easy or that it will be a fair glide
But when you make it to your final destination the drive is finished
There are no more chances and road behind you is diminished
The road you have taken means nothing to where you stand
What you believe in you should always have with demand
There is no reverse in this life and there is no rewind
This is something you should be prompted to always remind
You can not change the past or what was ever back then
Pay attention to the road or crash for you can't do it over again
It's a one- way street and you can't turn around
And you are only to go forward because you are bound
What lies ahead for anyone I really don't know
It depends on how hard they look or where they decide to go
If they decide to pull to the side or if they decide to switch lanes
This is how they ride whether their speed rises or wanes
This poem is written from the perception of a person without God. There are no comforts, no promises because they believe in nothing.
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