Meaningless, Meaningless
All is meaningless.
I know how you feel.
People living their lives between one fleeting moment and another. Where's the depth?
It's so easy to be taken in,
Living in past memories
Blundering blindly into a future of uncertainty.
Our cares and worries are so small, yet on the wider scope there is no good news.
How much is real?
What is real?
Questions who's answers are becoming more and more difficult to pin down for sure.
There is no trust.
I can't keep up with the myriad of things I'm meant to have an opinion on, so I shut off from the world and watch from my TV screen, but that doesn't help.
This World, as we know it is being held together with sticky tape and string; a man made construction soon to fall to pieces.
Where is the hope after that? What's next?
We must stand tall in this climate and prepare ourselves for the road ahead.
We must whisper in the crowds of one who is firm and secure.
He looks nothing like this fallen regime and will not meet expectations.
He is altogether something different.
You won't see his face, for he does not seek the limelight.
But you will see him.
You will see him in the actions and in the faces of his committed followers.
You will see a reflection of this secret king of all.
He has no equal, nothing gets by him, all was made by him.
The people will turn and gasp, he was here all along, working his kingdom into the fabric of this fallen regime.
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