literature

At this slighted intersection
Without divine intervention, just confusion
With your life - struggling out of control
But hey, you know where you are, and you are

Here, in human hair and human skin
Conflicted and ever so constricted within
With fingers in fives, just pray you're alive
Because you wouldn't want to be anywhere but here

And so here you are
A place called Earth
A place of birth and also famously known
As the waiting room for Hell

Oh well, at least it's near
So settle down, have a snack or drink a beer
Just wait until you see the smoke and the mirrors
Forcing shivers upon you, but don't let that stop you

So what are you waiting for?
Examine the arrow, pointing to your head
It's merely an indicator, a sign saying you're not yet dead
So wrap up tight, it'll be a long life, and an even longer night

Standing in a graveyard with dead crows all around
It's here that I know what you're thinking,
But the grey gets even better when you're alive, so
Ignore the compulsory fear, and please, delight! You are here!