INSTEAD OF MINE
1
in matters of number
and how they're aligned
we have no connection
standing as though
this was somebody else
and all these years
counted on another's age
instead of mine
2
there is no break
in the outer grind
we sacrifice night
to serve the will
and this supports
what little worth
we can muster
in these darkest days
3
strange cycles grip
beneath the mundane flow
we can not chart these
yet sense their sway,
deep yet subtle,
hidden yet sure,
never accounted for
by the sleeping mass
4
transformative doors,
gates of alteration,
we seek the path
of specific change
not chaotic shifts
but careful turns
away from destruction
on towards the light
5
it all seems shadows
not the real thing
but plays of light
upon these walls
with piped-in vocals
well-wrought scripts
crafting a tragedy
from the stuff of life
- Brendan Tripp
09/24/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp