And why these days must come to this

And why these days must come to this
For all the answers sure to miss
Why must the doubt
And ere the pain
Yet still remain
Ah still remain

Is this the thing
Tis all a game
Of fate
A fever
Come to late

If to debate
Then what's to come
If all the answers
All become

What of this
Or what of that
Can't hope it all
Should be revealed

Yet for what is
What stares one
In the face
Cannot replace
Cannot withstand

And so we hide
Behind our words
Our idols of obsession
The worlds within
Our own possession

And this our one
And true confession
At least for this
One can assess

Here lies the loneliness
Here lies the twilight days
When all the world
Fixed in its gaze

And wonder still
Beyond the thrill
What comes of it
What comes of it

To wait
And wonder
And plunder it
That fit is mad
And overspent

These things
For which one does
Resent
Of habits born
Yet to
Repent

And all for this
One cannot trace
The words of which
One wish
Erase

If to again
How would it be
For you
Or me
Could we
Agree

If for the now
If it should change
Or all remain
What would we
Gain

Inside the pain
What we obtain
Can we yet
Find
The freedom
We desire

Or lead we
All our lives
Upon a
Wire

Yea to the end
What come
My friend
May it be
If now
As to
the
End

-Joshua Lee Foist