The Death Of Physicality
I feel I’m on a stage, or a movie set;
nothing, anymore, seems to be real;
past failures fill me with much regret;
all possible futures; lost their appeal.
A world. around me, is vapid and vain;
it no longer holds interest for me;
all my surroundings; empty terrain;
not what I thought they’d be.
Long ago; I stopped longing for vacation;
I was in quest of a purpose;
life has become a quagmire of stagnation;
reality; hidden neath its surface.
The physical world is becoming a nightmare;
a movie; who’s plot, I abhor;
it is so austere; I can’t believe I’m there;
in fear for those I adore.
Life goes on; as though its the same;
but it isn’t; and never will be;
the crystal clear, has become arcane;
tho you are still you; and I; still me.
We’re in a strange world; a mystery land;
where right is wrong; and wrong; right;
a kingdom, that’s under demonic command;
longing for an end to an unending night.
But we can’t see truth; the fog is our view;
eternity awaits all those who love;
it is no secret what the Master can do;
commanding us all, from above.
In the fullness of time; this nightmare will end;
in a moment, this world shall be gone;
in its ashes; God’s kingdom shall descend;
creating the Master’s new dawn.
Monty 10/17/23. # 1,824