whatareyouthinking

Should’ve done this or
He should’ve known that
Should’ve thought about
It more before he 
Got to where he’s at
Eschewing insight
When all seems ‘old hat’
But this Critical
Eye’s blind as a bat

Hindsight‘s a forest
Trees of yesterday
And no one can see
The foresight for the
Trees are in the way
The heart as a rock
Mind made out of clay
Bowels set on fire
Conscience will betray

Strangers fight like foes in a cold internal war
Making mental trenches filled with dirt to the core
When those things of hate are too easy to explore
Still all can live like friends when we stop keeping score
And we don’t need to be their judges anymore

No, I won’t be the judge—anymore!

Head to head combat
Neither side’s aware
Of fists of Rights and 
Lefts, slanderous blows that
Time will not repair
Judge between Two and
One thinks it unfair
Or for neither nor,
Looks like you don’t care

It may never be
The way it all seems
All partly blinded
By nightmares that crawl
All inside these dreams
Whispers in the dark
Sometimes sound like screams
Seemly shades of gray
May be one’s extremes

Strangers fight like foes in a cold internal war
Making mental trenches filled with dirt to the core
When those things of hate are too easy to explore
Still all can live like friends when we stop keeping score
And we don’t need to be their judges anymore

No, I won’t be the judge—anymore!

© November 25, 2005 @ 2:00 AM by James “Xakk” Marshall