Reality

One winter-spring morning as I walked along
this calm moonlit path of which I have trod
many, many times, my heart void of song,
praying, pondering, how life is a fraud.

Saddened images seep into my mind.
To trust is to hate, to trust is to hurt
for when we speak we string together lies
to force everyone else into the dirt.

Breaking my silence, riots snap the locks.
Throw me, cruel world, from my crumbling throne.
When I should have made a fort of boxes,
I, instead, made a fort of stone.

So starting now through immortality
I will not accept your reality.