The Ladder

It hurts to listen to someone else
It takes your time away
This is poetry
If you think God is not listening 
If you think there is not a God
This is poetry
You have a God he tells you to act
You say God will act
This is poetry 
Everyone has pain and suffering 
Equivalent to their capacity 
This is poetry 
In our imperfection 
We find our greatest selves
This is poetry
When it is too much to handle
When we cannot take it anymore 
This is poetry
We each have a choice
Who do we hurt when we hurt
Ourselves Others
This is life
This is death
Who is more important
There is a time to act
There is a way to act
There are actors
There are actresses 
What is real to each person 
May not be real to each person
Can we listen to each person
How do we love each person
Because I can should I
But how could you hear
How could you hear my greatest
In the never trees lies shade
If I wrote to write to become
The winds fires lead the waters way
You would not know
The stage an idol
Filled past the bowls brim
To the top to the top
I could pipe the rats end
Night and day
Til it becomes equal
Day and night
Then what
Then nothing 
Equivalence imposed on papers ash
Or the ladder top of equal thought