All For What Poem by Chris 'N' John

The surge of ideas
Begriming me with past ideals
All but for the many concerns
And all for what

Am passed the stage for mistakes
Yet am close to the stage for now mistakes
Too up tight you are they say
But the goat inherent little they know

The dice is cast
The grounds quakes
But the goat wins
But for the freedom of a loner

Oh for the glimpse of the future
The forecast of forever
The middling of the past and the now
Beats the whole of the goat unknown

And all for what