Climb

Our world elusive

we climb to find out

what we already know

Sinking

Our grasp of the world

sinks with our lack of understanding

leaving us holding nothing

Empty Corridors

Yesterdays and Tomorrows

just empty corridors of today 

Ours Alone

Once we've found our way

it's ours alone to travel

each step of the way

Beyond Recall

Beyond recall

we're no longer lost

Motion and Stillness

Motion begets Motion

destinations come and go

until we embrace stillness

finding home at last

Disconnected

We live in the shadow of nature

disconnected from the true world

Sweeter

Hardship makes finding peace

all the sweeter

Circumstances

Once programmed

we rarely change course

accepting circumstances as given

Build It

If we set our youth free

they could build a better world

Streets of Heartache

The streets of heartache

await the masses

who pass in tears

Passing Shadows

We're just shadows of ourselves

more with each passing day

Relief

Relief comes in the end

Crossroad

The devil will find you

no matter the crossroad

Emptiness

The evidence of our passing

is the emptiness left behind

No Way Out

There is no way out

not for those who look

distractions see to that

Runtime Error

She expected an infinite loop

possibilities beyond dreams

what she got was a funeral instead

Routines

We invented gods

to give us some meaning

while we waited

to complete our routines

Vanishing

Absurd as it seemed

vanishing was hard for Iris

No Fear

Fear doesn't make a journey easier

Youthful Desire

Freedom is more than a youthful desire

Shadows of the Past

The days take us away

bits and bytes at a time

until we're just shadows of the past

Malfunctioning

Our simulation is malfunctioning

with each glimpse we change

the outcome of our existence

Tumble and Crash

The walls of each era

slowly tumble and crash

as our routines are updated

and our destiny plays out

Return to Zero

Our destiny determined

before we were born

we loop through the days

until we return to 0

Keep Away

At war with ourselves

we circle the wagons

to keep each other away

Changing Course

Life plays out a bit at a time

each byte changing our course

Hanging by a thread

Ours a world hanging by a thread

Trinkets

Dreams packaged and sold

windows filled with trinkets

for which we sell our souls

Wouldn't Last

After the war, we celebrated

a peace we knew wouldn't last

Wandering Soul

Terri loved the beach

it was her sanctuary

a place to connect without words

where the soul could wander freely

and return with each crashing wave

Far Off

They dreamed of long-off tomorrows

each happy day unfolding

a far off world that awaits

those who don't live today