Philosophical

Feel something 
Don't have a choice 
Be affected 
Let yourself 
Feel something 
Be a man 
Enough to let it out 
 
For terrible things 
Are old under the sun 
And destruction 
Tears the same seams 
Asunder 
Lest for acts of kindness 
As to look upon the universe 
So small and yet to understand 
The very vastness of driving 
An earthbound planet 
Through space 
 
And so go about your business 
Come to know emptiness 
In the quiet time 
You find yourself 
For it is honey to reflect 
Even when the memory is bitter 
It makes the now all the sweeter 
 
You put it in second gear 
Move on from your musing 
To remember 
You are a jealous thing 
Like a Creator in an old Testament 
Aware of the truth 
Not for the sake of self 
But for the fact 
That you know

A Game of Spite