It is either/or, spiritual/material,
sophisticated antique compliance
or young blind revolution.
These are the two polar lenses
of today. But, somewhere in the middling
an abandoned outsider pawns both positions
with such stark irresponsibility,
willfully acknowledging his blunders
greeting shadow and copper light,
as those around him hide behind shrouds,
his way is much different.
The Fault Finders
If I am broken, I did it.
If my world is burning all around me,
I lit the match.
If I fixed everything and got myself square,
I did it. If you’re looking for me
to help you fix your soul, forget it.
I can’t put out the fire that you started.
Responsibility does bizarre things to people.
Blame your spouse, your boss,
blame your teammates, or blame your parents.
The more I look into the fire I recognize
an endless system. When fields burn
people get left behind.
There is disorder and there will continue
to be disorder. Irrationality will slap you
across the face.
It’s up to you to walk through the fire
that boils your eyes. It is you. It is up to you
to take the gamble, to go inside the hellhole
where you may not return,
that is where your story is.
We fill jobs
We fill blanks
We fill pigs
We fill tanks
We fill screens
We fill guts
We fill glasses
We fill mutts
We fill prisons
We fill rooms
We fill factories
We fill tombs
What am I doing here?