9. Aftermath

I rode through the storm
To seek my maker
King of kings
Once and for all.
I rode lone deserts
I crossed the plains
Slain beasts
And felt the hurt.

I saw visions of the injured
And there's still more to see
Yet all that was me
And what I'd conjured.
My mind drew a blank
And opened up
Like a scissored paper cup;
Aloft a foul mouthed yank.

Dream of pleasant days
Our lives will never be the same
Day believer,
Believe in me
I'll grant you all you wish to see.

My maker called down to me
From clouds up above
With a roar as loud as love
Like in a byzentine fragile dream.
He said that the days will come to pass
And to hold steady till
It all comes to a standstill;
I'll join you in the aftermath.

I questioned his logic
I looked into his eyes
The plan he had set forth
Came as no surprise
The life we all lead
Is but a foolish hobby
Pray for your life and seek the truth
We all live a little worried and confused...