A Will is all We Are

Wordsmiths temper their blades
Sharp enough to inflict a deep wound
Yet we are told that only sticks do the tricks to break the bones
Is it this way or that way
I’m waiting for it to be said
But even then, I won’t be listening
Thick skulls prevent seepage and leaking
Manifesting a being unto its own
Molded by none and all, actively consuming and destroying
For those who know, it’s in our deeds
The owners of our actions and desires
Yet what when dissonance inflicts us and occludes our truest feelings
Succumb to a monster of self-inflicted righteousness
To feed it or to let it die
Either event has its limitations and limited upside
And there are those who always dwell around death
But in death is a void
Avoiding this bubble that encapsulates our reflections
This emptiness the ultimate selfishness
Harboring blows that still leave one bloody nightly
Obfuscated by an airy vacuum that sucks the life out of self
Refuge in those that were lost long ago
Beating the drum of wisdom
Marching to one’s own syncopated route step, and telling tales of a universal metronome
A loose grip is an open heart
Allowing life’s blood to pump into the integral body
Building walls and road blocks to accelerate our cancerous growths
Thought as a best friend and worst enemy
Form as a necessity and last gasp of toxicity
Organizing your flawed perception into a cogent entity of mediocrity
When at completion we can say it was good and great, but still long for more
We respect our transistors and resistors which schemed our essence
A will is all we are
And all we can hope to become