The creeping shadows
Once loomed over a great and mysterious landscape
Massive mountains of stairways creaked out their woes
And the world itself exhaled a cold draft on the nape of your neck
An infinite abyss of the unknown
Clawed out of the closet
Preserved by a great defender, stuffed and sown
Now all that is near
Is the Yeast that rises
The sobering taste of fear
And the bitter, never-ending compromises
The only mystery left
Is buried deep into the human solar system
Un-decoded, lost in the cerebral fields.
Deep in the mines of the untold, unseen subconscious
Lying somewhere between the jurisdiction of man and deity
No one ever reads the introduction
Constantly waiting for the main production
Who knows who remembers life’s initial construction?
The young line up fervent and fine for society’s induction
The dreams are bottled up by reality! Such suction!
Shooting for the moon to learn you’re stuck with earthly dysfunction
Things big and small can be explained by most and all
The building arrogance only leads to speculation about the coming fall
It is weird to know
how underwhelming it is
to finally stand tall
It is odd to see fantasy fail
How bizarre, seeing dragons die off!
It all seemed to go without a whimper
Without even a cough
~Austin R Ryan