Direction
silk leaves and plaster trees
the setup, the upset,
this false reality.
this one-way street
without a future
when you reach the end,
there's nothing left
and nowhere to turn.

silk sheets, plastered, on my knees
the slip-up, slipping down,
the painful truth you see.
a straight path
to a dismal future
with no end in sight,
but you were right
and no one else will care.

illness bleeds and masters creeds
the Holy light, the lowly life,
the lies they all believe.
the road Above
to that impossible future
of life unending,
a Right without wrong
that no one can obtain.

TMK 1.24.2005