The meeting of conflict and answers,
All that is understood,
and that which is hoped to be,
Attainable goals and uncatchable dreams,
Pure and deviant thoughts dance upon the temples,
All this man can do is try,
and make sense of a senseless world
which has been thrown to him.
Up, Down, it's all the same
Angles are what differ
NOT the puzzle,
Evils shall punish
and others will reproach
all for actions once thought best
and actions not thought,,,,
but done.
Desperation and Depression join hands with Confusion.
Turn and turn these pieces ever changing.
Time seeming all the more tainted.

Finished?

unheardof
By Justin H. Sanderson