And with each level of hatred came another
Full of saviors we call Christ, Buddha, Allah,
But we forget those who have passed
Without ever being heard, timeless people
With hours of allure.
But we forget.
And don’t try to remember.
The sidewalk moves north and never really south,
We know the destination, but we have no idea where we’re going.
I guess those doors are open and I’ve got to close them all,
Once I’ve managed to engage every being in my soul,
Then I’ll be complete and can reconnect with them all.
Corey Ayers