adapted unusual

where are the rules for us dying fools?
is being honest with myself a noble truth?
is there a red thread out there somewhere
between me and you and age and youth?

is this the right time to continue life's play?
it seems that there must be a better way
for me to accept and just simple say

in a way - very unusual

fighting ourselves like a cookie of fortune
crumbling under life's fingers to read other's words
which put us in boxes to follow the herds
while time counts our heartbeat's constant rhythm
and fills our spiritual bouquet with unspiritual decay

we are beyond this - beyond us - beyond here and now
beyond our lonely fusion of each single allusion
we are told not to try and we'll never pull through
our honesty - honestly - cause so much confusion

we pray - very unusual

we were taught to take - always needing to want
all of life's shiny trinkets in life
and we hope that they save us
from life's mirror of strife but when it's all over
none of these things will matter but

we stay - very unusual

we are so scared of that one day we eventually die
why don't we attempt an invisable try?
come out, come out, do not disembark
but we run and hide - a collective shadow
and pronounce 'life' with a diacritical mark

every day - very unusual