Beyond_the_walking

where are you going to hide?
behind your pride?
your arrogance?
your bubble of denial,
delusion
and disinterest wears thin,
fitting like a second skin
that you lie trapped within.
you have
forgotten
what it is
to kiss a god
and walk where angels dare
not
go
and
though you know
you can
the sandals just don't fit
and so
you quit
before the voyage is begun
you run
to hide behind the darkened recesses of propriety
setting a distance between your
self
your
world
and me
you wish to speak
and hear
but there is fear
that sheds a tear
for the words now lying lost
and at what cost?
was it so much to ask for
honesty?
a righting of the scales
is needed
but the message goes unheeded
and so we shall all
cry and
lie and
die as
fools
merely the tools of what
our
hands
have wrought
without a thought
that these
then
are the trappings of our souls.