We let life pull us down by our ankles into the shadowy depths of uncertainty
While we pull ourselves up by our bootstraps
Trying to stay afloat
Trying to get better
The raft to which we cling is broken
Our efforts are spent
Trying to delve to the heart of the matter
Our search for oxygen led us to drown.
Even lifeguards can drown
In this world where irony is king
Where love says to you
“Have a nice swim”
After fastening chains to your feet
Then watches as your last bubbles of air ascend to the surface
And you wait
For asphyxia to take hold
A final goodbye
Uttered with the last waning semblance of consciousness
Embracing an end
A simple death would be preferred,
Life cannot grant a request as simple as that.
And so life drags you back by your bootstraps
Breathes sour sorrow back into your lungs
Smiling with speech slathered in sarcasm
“I saved you from the waves”
The lesson to be derived:
Our bootstraps are visible
To all but ourselves.
It takes an outside party to make sense of the depths.
But the decision remains your own.
Do you accept an outstretched arm
And with it, a distorted reality,
Or do you venture into a fleeting possibility?
Can you make use of the world’s logic?
Can you discern truth
From the warped fun house mirrors
Feeding you lies?
Can you choose life
Though the only anchor to this earth
Is but a body
With a void where a soul should be?
But choose life you must.
Else life will choose for you.
And death will cease to be a pleasantry.
When we can no longer bear this world,
When our demons seem to have strengthened their hold
We cannot give in,
For this world was never ours to rescind
We must push on
Through the terror and strife
That we cannot endure alone.
We must find another—
Who will hold a candle
As we cut down the vines
And blaze a path of truth
Among a jungle of lies
We need a friend who will provide light in this perpetual night.
That friendly heart
Beating in tune with the heavy pulse
Echoing throughout our empty corpse
Is enough to drive our survival
For maybe just one day more.