welcome

Did it ever mean a thing to you?
To watch the sky turn blue?
Did you ever stop and think about it?
Ever wonder, let alone care?

Every day, it's the same damn thing
The sun brings color and vibrance to our life and then, it fades away.
With the night comes contrast, blurred lines, dark shadows.
I think I like the night best.

Have you ever stared into someone's eyes
And wondered, good God, HOW!?
Ever wanted to scream and flee
but found instead, all courage gone?

Have you ever wished you'd said something?
Done something?
Gotten an answer?

Ever wondered what's the point?
Ever witnessed a "miracle?"
Ever been told the reason for it all, and then
locked it all away, shut up in your mind?

Do you know what a struggle is?
A true struggle, with yourself?
One part has been locked up tight
while another tries to coax it out?

There is a reason, yes, it's true
A pattern though, a cycle
To live and die. Live and die. Live and die.
And then at one point it will come

A generation will live and die
but
no more will come

welcome to the cycle
welcome to but one secret
welcome to a life, you'll never understand.