Waiting

I am waiting;

searching for truth,

reading the words of fools,

listening to the voices

of liars and thieves;

I see their agendas,

I expose their hypocrisy,

I understand their fears;

there is no love,

there is no pity,

there is only judgment,

there is only condemnation;

and still,

I wait;

one more day,

one more minute,

one more breath,

passing by unnoticed,

unknown,

unheard;

clarity has no meaning

in this land gone mad,

insanity replaces greed

when there is nothing left,

truth does not

give up her secrets

without a fight;

we have consumed

all there is,

we have taken

until there is nothing

more to take,

we have stolen

everything there is to steal,

we have sold our souls

to the highest bidder,

easy to become part of the problem,

when there is no solution,

easy to let go

when there is nothing

left on which to hang;

I live in a world

begging for redemption,

I live in a world

searching for truth,

I live in a world

dying in its own filth,

destroyed by its own wisdom,

caught up

in its own righteousness,

floating on its own

fantasy,

I live in a world

blinded by its own

darkness,

afraid of its own fear;

eventually nothing matters,

nothing is real,

it is all a fake,

it is all just another

days work,

nothing matters,

not me,

not you,

not today,

not tomorrow,

not the day,

not the night,

nothing;

and still,

I wait.

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