Random Thoughts

Perhaps this is the end
Or perhaps we begin
These roads bend upon bend
And mend no broken soul
It is always horror and tragedy
That unfolds in the cold
We let our weary bones rest upon air
Because sometimes
Who needs to be
Will never really be there
And don't blame
Your problems on god
That's like burning your fortune
By accident, putting water on it
Letting it sit in the rain
Coming back and having it soggy
And getting mad at a tree
Isn't that odd?
It is a shame to say
That god has forsaken
This sacred land that most will call hell
He gives you life
Even during funeral bells
Or that's what they say
Never met the guy so I wouldn't know
Anyway but what do I know
I'm merely a drift an in an indifferent flow
Choose to be, loosely covered in gold
Or was it silver I can hardly remember
My color lost its pigment a long time ago