Here It Is Poem by Vision Ghost

Stumbling from the exhaustion, of so much left undone
Yet so gathered in many thoughts, from what’s to come
Standing in the just about, before the here and the now
Dirty faces greet with me dirty minds, accepted somehow

An endless pilgrimage of nearing the end, to another road
Always felt there were still, many seeds left to be sowed
Can’t encourage the strength, as I am so spent upon this
In the endless search, for a transparency of a kind of bliss

Not sure what is the illusion, the lies I tell or the promises
Told by the believers of the moment, but never of entireties
Forever giving so much, for the sake of something less
Tidied up so much in my life, yet I am still such a mess

Falling to my knees, but I am able to catch myself again
Brought to stand once more in this, an unforgiving strain
As I will try to be everything, you expect of me and more
Only to eat when I am starving, or the pleasure for a cure

Something is always better than me, but at least I am me
Sometimes so very frustrating, when they just cannot see
The world to which I live in, outside the world they exist
A smile transfixed upon a face of clay, moulded by a fist

But after the wars are all fought, and your living the life
Free from discomforts, and secure from that of all strife
You would call me once again, to be thing you call man
Here it is for you again, ready to sow seeds upon your land

Turned over until every secret spills, from every pocket
Are you so happy to keep me inside, your golden locket?
Could find it within myself to protest, but the pain is easier
As I hang my weary head upon this, and await the reaper