“Never to Be”

Falling down,

Grasping at the Edge

Never knowing why the End

Can be so bright.

Screaming, running,

All in so much fright

Beating at Hope

While cursing Wisdom

You are lost,

And now you found me.

Grasping at the Edge,

Never knowing why the End

Can be so bright.

Screaming, and running,

All in so much fright

All you want is what you can see

But I have so much more to be

Pearls are sacred, and you are not

Yet here you are,

“Alms for the poor,”

Crawling through the mud, I will be

Pearls are kept in an air-tight bag

I’ll offer a hand,

But you- I will never be

Grasping at the Edge,

Never knowing why the End

Can be so bright.

Screaming, and running,

All in so much fright

Keep your fear, until you can hear.