Wow the dead horse is walking on two legs! {poem}

I point at you so aimlessly 

But it changes directions every time I try to see

A moving body of water does not part for me

Instead

I’m tied in tides relentlessly 

You wonder why I do not cry

When you look at me lamentably 

And so do I 

So when does the battle won finally let go 

When lucid creatures prevail over human consciousness 

They say the apple does not fall far from the tree 

When will I fall, and will I take you down n with me

Never knowing why is not my prize when it leads to your demise

But still i need not to clear my eyes

The tears are laced with brittle blood 

So where will it ever find it’s place

As if I’ve no yearning of entering this benign race, of time and space because for me, it holds no place, I run at a different pace, where parallel indifferences mold into one, and to that I am none.

To that I am unarmed, unhinged, on the edge of the track but the trains will never run, who knows if there’s more than one,

It doesn’t matter because they all meet the same end.

Too scared yet not enough 

Too careless when it’ll only ever make it tough

Why do they not fall in the same road?

It’s barbed wire fence infringing on the reckless body that lives with the consequences 

To me it’s so inconsequential, indifference is so easy to heed when 

Everything will stay within its glass window

Will I stay, and watch it burn? 

Or will I burn with it, falling too close to the tree that lightning struck twice

it’s lost forever within the gruelling grips of winters past 

Here was I last and I don’t know if it’ll ever return, the shadows move slightly behind the broken urn, dumbfounded by utter disarray 

Nothing ever carries the same conscience twice in a day 

Blind in both mind and to the sight of  the obvious world, clear as the night 

That wails in unfeeling agony 

Who is the martyr in an unbound book, a collision of drift less acts of selfish selflessness?