Secret of Life

I have this task I must complete,

To write, endure nightmares while I sleep,

And put in words to woven thread

Those dark images in my head,

But if the ink begins to dry

With gods giving "push" on this elbows might

Knowing they I would have written lies,

Then we all lose the fight.

To keep the area clean of thoughts

Which secure themselves like mildew rots

That seek to keep the eye looking left

While on the right, the enemy has crept,

I have enslaved myself to this task

That a year now has passed

Since I last saw the light of day

Putting the good in mankind away

Like hermits do in internets

Which inform to misinform placid prefects

The difference is, I dreamt this dream,

And they created dull burns from heavy steam.

And, in this dream, the world is gone

The park is empty, the leaves have run

The summer pool's gone dry

And life is in a box waving goodbye

There are no words to speak,

Voices have typed themselves weak,

And without that cheery sound

There remains no one around.

At last, they know what they create

With their sturdy fingers all these lies mate

Multiply for every eye every day

But 'tis no creation that takes everything away.