The Cardboard Breadman

I feel like I’ve reached the end of the road;
there’s nothing else for me to write.
I’m still weighted down by a heavy load;
with no battles remaining to fight.

Slowly I’m trudging through each day;
my efforts have become merely token;
I’m seeking

We all think of fear as an instinct;
an energy to protect us from harm;
allow me to be completely succinct;
fear is not a type of alarm.

Fear is the principle competing force;
the antonym of faith and love.
Fear is the power behind all divorce,
of a spouse,

I wasn’t originally born a failure;
I worked so very hard to become;
nothing else matched my nature;
and so failure and I became one.

I’ve always tried to do my best;
but destiny stood in my way;
I thought I’d conquer reality’s test;
but destiny

There is a special land that exists;
an island, without sand or sea;
much like a repeating dream persists;
a place where all come to be.

It’s life’s theater’s backstage;
a cloud, floating in empty sky;
a pleasant dream, to engage;
the anteroom where you die.

It

We are each a servant to someone;
a master that gives instructions;
one who commands, what’s to be done
often leading to corruptions.

Some of us serve the master called Pride;
its seems that we never have enough;
placing the interests of all others aside;
ignoring all critiques and

I’m on a majic carpet ride;
floating on a blanket of air;
taking me where thoughts decide;
my mind is taking me there.

My body is not really moving;
my mind is devoid of where;
reality, is not disapproving;
not even seeming to care.

I entered a realm; solely

Reality is the puzzle called life;
we each are one of its pieces;
definer of both peace and strife;
each has signed long leases.

We spend a lifetime, trying to fit in;
never seem to know where we are;
fearing the end before we begin;
it all seems a little