Once More

By Matt Freire

What is your world, where are you at
All inanimate objects lie in my path
You are not there and nether am I
No one is there but the world though an eye

Pear off into yonder, witness unto nothing
Your head revolve around until you see something
Bullets in your pocket pistol at your side
Motionless look is on your face you glance outside

See an apple drop see a penny role
Look into your chicken soup See your life unfold
The clang of shells stains the air the smoke begins to rise
The every thought of your life is viewed then denied

Your personality lingers and shoes are untied
You roll the ball strike the pins your shirt is out to dry
So you better get to know your self enhanced by and by
So talk out loud and speak with ease in this world where you lie

Think of this do you know you, do you talk to yourself
Do you know your thoughts know your words do look past the shelf?
The self of life the self of shame the shelf that holds all
The self of books the shelf fame the shelf on the wall

Go prop your story open do you want to look inside
Open the book of life lay down your selfish pride
People let them wonder, they have a story of their own
So back you are reaping the life that you’ve sown

So loft so glam you wonder where to go
It’s your second chance of life your questions what you know
Why was I accumulate back this day
World of the unknown with life scheduled for display