Ride With Me

Do you care to ride along)"...and give a reason to withhold reason...?"
(I think the first part's to suggestive of the end and not the entire poem so it's temporary, but it was, for an instance the title.)

I wish this deja vu would die and take me with it need be,
these haunting memories, 
the keepers key of my soul-
it never seems these hands hold,
i didn't know this was a game, 
the with coming days it seems that way,
I don't like this game, I don't want to play it anymore, 
though I will not leave till I played my willing part,
till I've exhausted all that I've gathered
and till my search for a brighter day is met with the stone tablet that writes my days telling me the dead end is all there is to this place,
I will gather where the gamblers play,
even though It's fucking boring
and everyone talks to me like I'm they knew me before, 
like they knew me before I did, 
I do, don't I? 
how could you?
How could you predict my path,
aren't I the ruler of my future?
Is this true?
Is this name worth a thing,
or shall I remain,
a future ruler, with nothing, 
will I be locked away in the sarcophagus, 
with this worthless name, 
with no one worth of making my beating heart skip to a time of bliss,
to become ignorant of my past and move on with the tides of a better life?
no crown-
just building upon a sullen frown,
wasting happiness on an empty town, 
where in time- the buildings, 
will be gaunt and hollow mirroring the ghost that dwells within.
Will my day's remain this grim, 
will I forever live with the dimming spot light hovering above like a emergency helicopter ready to extract me?
and one day I shall be granted what I asked, 
but then the liars with all their fiery lust and desire to reach for the carnage, 
the war within and grasp it tense so that more can be met just for them, 
for their opportunistic hopes, 
or is that only a belief of mine?
And is money not truly what separates us?
And the root of the evil that will grow over me
and the rest of the flees and the ticks that sap the mothers tit?
I ask is it true?
Can we really ask for more,? 
Is nature the whore? 
Or are we the beings, 
believing as we suckle on the provider, 
that we are more than just animals biting each others necks;
the apes; battling for respect;
the well rounded chimps looking for a laugh as we project, 
projects of projectiles, 
shit all over the place,
ruin the floor, 
stick pollution in the air, 
kill off a daughter beg the sun to wipe the whole cage clean
and ask for another round just so we can do it again?
For an eternity of desolation on high, 
with all the great debaters letting their sparks fly in the proverbial sense? is that what we shall do?
is that why we came to be?
Please show me the way,
the enigmatic door, 
at least point the way,
so that I can bow out with grace. 
I haven't giving up or my stone would have dressed my door long before you heard my hidden blade speak,
never seek pity for me 
that reserved for the weak, 
I am not one to accept defeat,
And I don't worry if this car of mine is worth the long drive,
I only ask if the view is worth the ride...

Inspired by: Modest Mouse - The Whale Song