The Forest for the Trees

This race is not yet run, but the maze will go On and on until the lun contorts to blazing sun This battle can't be won, but the war will go On and on until the one concedes to wanton void This path is yet un-roamed, but the road will go On and on until we've fallen over our own gravestone The seeds have grown new trees, but I see What is yet to be and once has been It all will cease Will drift into dreams Amalgamated nullity Where all of time and space just freeze Where nothing will breathe Where life is mere fallacy Where I can finally be at ease The world is caving on its axis Hell has always had access to our plane of existence Pessimists ascend in excess Heaven hath no fury like a hangman bored Seven sins adorned and all afforded Was the force of a folklore The detriment of belief And the benefit of the doubt Dictate that hate will make happy And love will leave you without It seems the best laid plans of fools have traced this maze to a map But the fact is that knowing your way still Don't make the racer less of a rat Ideations obscene paint a scene Once imbued with greens and pleasantries Now red with stains of should-have-beens I see colours unseen; destinies Of the me's that walked less carefully The silent pleas Please don't think me diseased But time is my enemy And I can't spend it on my knees Just praying for peace I see it ahead of me I'm burning the forest for the trees The world's torn at the seams, and I see (I'm begging you, please. Don't make me make guarantees) Where the chasm leads and just what means will (I know I can't) Make me force those screams (confidently sign.) Time is not on my side, so I slide (We're victims of time, but I'm somehow more scared of mine.) Slowly down and down until I want to (I want to) Run and hide (run and hide.) My branches are tied With rope made in cyanide And I'm not sure how long my pride Can keep me alive The flames keep on beckoning But I won't let this forest burn for me