Everybody strives for the mark

and we all must play our part,

but you'll never get there

by following their rules.

The rules of the world are shattered

glittering fragments of eviscerating glass

seeking to cut the tatters of your

crying faith.

Yet among the subtle gloom

as I step out into view

of all the shards of life

that have fallen at my feet

there lies a little bit of heaven

hiding there.

Yet nobody seems to care

when they flounder in failure

the effervescent stench of

living death

they know not what they do.

Aim high, you'll fly

and even if you don't

at least you'll still be

heading for the sky.