Through the many filtered layers
You interpret your existence
And justify the colors that you recognize
But in a restless moment
You become resistant
When you strip away the layers that are lies

Judging all and preaching of your fantasy
Clinging to the comfort
Of some grand and magic scheme
Caught up in your visions of eternity
Overcome by ether
Doing battle with your dreams

Focused on the first page of a mystery
Pretending that you know
Just how it ends
Afraid to see the miracle
You're meant to be
Confusion locked within your head

This life is a gift you never opened
Tightly wrapped inside
your mediocrity
And when its over
You’ll leave nothing
No evidence...No history

So instead of shouting out your message
Why not spend time
living it instead
Don’t waste this precious gift
that you’ve been given
The world is for the living...
Not the dead.

Copyright ©2005 Edwin Dante Larson