Rambling Along

    Rambling Along.

  I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to live any more. I would like to walk with you, but my legs will no longer move. I love good food, but have lost my appetite and can’t swallow want you want to feed me. I could just cry, but my tear ducts are dehydrated to the point of no return. If reason was the reason I’m still here, then the unreasonable is why I must leave. If the stones cast were of those that set a sinner free, then were those that cast the stones, sinners that were yet to be. Were the stories that were read to the children those that we believe, or were they of those stories that were ment to deceive. 
Was it our need to jeopardize those in jeopardy, because of our need to disbelieve that of which we were lead to believe. Will the truths we stretch today, be the policy’s we set tomorrow and will we be able to ever again lay our hands to swear on that stack of books. When we close our eyes upon our last breath, will we breathe at ease for those we left. Will the book of life reveal my name, will those whom I spite be as the same. Will an eternity spent, be that long, will that time spent finally be enough to prove we can get along.

By GWRoggenbuck