Absurd Design

Sometimes it all starts with a line,
or rather a crack in the flow of knowledge.
From mind to mind pieces leak
like a torn water hose...
yet still we pay no attention.

Sometimes it all begins with time,
and its infinite effects to decay and delay that which we know and stand for.
All we have learned to love or desired to obtain from above,
unlike many souls alive...
most of us fail to see the thruth through the lies.
Awaken to death and end to life... or is it the other way around?
How can we not know the answers to the questions we create?

Its a design you see
one which flaws to be
one which is sought to see
through the eyes of all who crave

It's design is unseen you see
like a map with no lines to decree
no drawings to direct you to the sea
so we can all drift away from this absurdity

It never ends with a sense of being
never lets you feel like you did it right
because its relentless like tides upon rocks
wearing and tearing until all is battered and torn
All that is left of us in the end is sand
our sand
past sands
and future sands
And all of it is placed upon one shore...
making it indiscernible
which of us IS us?
and which of YOU is us?

Its flawed to be a design
Its designed to be flawed