No Answer

Pacing, smoking this cigarette;

Heart-racing, concerned with control: feeling inept.

Subtle suicidal injections, causing a feeling of forget -

 And yet, the mind; in jest, shuns this life full of regret.

And time slowly burns…

The soul yearns, desperately;

To learn the geometry.

One plus one equals two,

There is some sense of symmetry.

And time slowly burns…

Three divided by one equals three;

But what does that mean to each, individually?

Is a truth inert, actively true?

Questions burn; like this cigarette, unrelentingly.  

And time slowly burns…

Dissonance, divesting inner sense, till spent – utterly.

Life`s destructive beat, amplified by ever moving feet.

Passerby’s stare at sleep

Deprived and bloodshot eyes;

Unaware of the facade and disguise.

The genuine lies within deep:

In honest solitude before restless sleep;

Tested, tormented, tired eyes weep.

None hear the screaming heart beat!

So in silence, an elevated mind, strives unrelentingly.  

And time slowly burns…

Inebriated! Not from a weed; known paths treaded pleasurably,

High on a need.

Mendel with a seed.

Immersed in an unrehearsed rhyme; traversing purposefully.

And time slowly burns…

On a search for the genetics and chemistry,

That envelope the frame of mind.

The elements are searched, low and high;

And yet the equation z n+1, doesn’t reveal why;

There lie unknown variables, in each exhausted sigh.

And time slowly burns…

Will, sweat, and tears; the answer nears.

Fears and dreams approach in equal measure.

Days, months, and years; the fogging clears.

A wondrous sight, a pleasure, like the view unearthed treasure.

Yet, deceptive perception

Shows the report:

Some immortal suggestion,

In which there is a new question.

And time slowly burns…

And though like a cigarette, we slowly burn each day,

When we leave, we live on through those who stay.

And time slowly burns, the cigarette is tossed away.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker