What will you do now, if you are not there to do it? You have been given no means. A scream will only shatter the glass walls around you. Try, quivering hero, try. Swing your plastic sword into the night. Everything you have ever, and will ever be told, everything you know or will know, it is all a lie, all of it. Muster all of your forces and charge, or else turn around and donít give a damn. Either way, you shall never get out, and you shall never get in.
And yet, if you are chiseling through what you know not, towards what you know not, for reasons of which you are not certain, then why are you chiseling?
Simple ...you are a chisel.
Inspirational poetry excerpted from
by Jack Haas
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