Phantom Web

If the Earth is not a cold dead place, maybe it is me?

The more I sit and think,
The clearer it is to me,
The more dark I live and breath,
The easier it is to see,
No Man is an Island,
Save this one?A Life which is safe but lonely?
Or one which is full of fear?
Keep people close?
or don’t let others near?
Protection at all costs,
But what costs are these?
When the thing you try to keep safe
Is smothered never to breath.

So easy to protect,
To Hide,
To Lurk,
All in fear.
So easy to protect,
not let anyone near.

Yet, a life lived alone
is it a life not lived at all?
When all the marks you’ve made
are faded, scuffed and torn,
who will sing your praise?
repeat your name in the world?
A life lived alone,
It is destined to fade.
A life lived alone,
Does it matter at all?

The more I sit and think,
The less clear it is to me,
The more dark I live and breath,
The harder it is to see,
No Man is an Island,
Who will Save This one?

In the end we all die alone,
Should we also live this way?
Or take a chance at happy times,
and not just fade away?
Sit Less in the dark,
Live life in the sun,
Take the world as it comes,
Take a chance on someone?

Not easy to live,
To Show,
To Laugh,
To Live,
Not easy to live,
Let people near.

Yet a life lived with others,
is it a life with only pain?
When all the good you’ve done
comes down to naught,
who will sing your praise?
repeat your name to the world?
A life lived with others,
It is one destined to fade.
A life lived with others,
Does it matter at all?

The more I sit and think,
The more I lose my clarity.
The more dark I live and breath,
The less and less I see.
No man is an Island,
Save this one?
No man is an Island,
Who’ll save this one?

© 2006 Rob Jones