Four Hundred
Sometimes the whole world spins out of control
While sometimes everything seems to makes sense.
But sense is just man’s perception of sanity.
Sometimes life’s simplicities are deceivingly so.
Sometimes complication fades away into the night,
A time of solitude and unawareness.
Sometimes the night’s a place of all-knowing,
The answer to Alexander’s knot.
Sometimes we can’t save ourselves,
Sometimes we need a golden angle.
An angel to fly down from the heavens and cast a shadow of forgiveness.
Sometimes angels don't have time to save humanity,
Sometimes humanity can’t be saved.
Sometimes pain doesn’t lead to perfection just more pain.
Sometimes practice doesn’t make perfection just mediocrity.
Sometimes what we want more then anything
Is the one thing we can’t have.
Sometimes the slightest ray of hope becomes
A moment of certainty.
Sometimes we wake up and realize that it’s all a dream,
The prospect of impossibility rears once more.
Sometimes we realize we were never asleep.
Sometimes the possibility of salvation
Is enough to make those most sane to ask questions,
Questions of conditional importance
Sometimes time stops,
Stops without a whisper,
Without warning or heed.
Sometimes we aren’t ready for reality to reset.
Sometimes dreams are just dreams
But sometimes they are gateways,
Gateways to our desires,
Desires hidden beneath denial and sanity.
Sometimes it would be easier to lose sanity,
Familiar vexations thwart at the past
While world renowned dangers smile at the future.
Who knew xanthic locks could drive dedication
While swarthy musing could raise boredom.
Who knew light would shower succession
While the kings throne shows naught.
Who knew everything must run its course,
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