There is never a set time for it to arrive
More… a series of events that transpire
Good or bad, usually bad build the platform on which we venture to the top
To see the light and follow the darkness we have created
This age of understanding comes with its price
It always does
Yet from this… if we are wise do we climb to the top
To become that which we have always dreamed we would be
That which we always hoped we could be
Tear down your negative walls
Your pointless anger towards those that reacted to your actions and words
Kick to the curb this self doubt you have hunkered across this world
A heavy bag that would bruise the shoulders and damage the soul
Constantly damages it while it weeps
Remember one important thing
It always will
For this or that or the other
It will always flow like a natural spring with no end in sight
Filling bottles with poison to murder the souls of the innocent
And the guilty alike
With your new knowledge you can see those for what they are
As they lay in the summer sun
Its glaze burns your skin as you sit for hours staring at the dead
Calculating your actions of the past
Boxing away your guilt and your fears
Never ignore them
Learn from them
Let them become your mantra for the future
Pray for those you wronged in the past and never treat those you love now the same
History repeating itself has become the bitter sweet love story for fools
Sitting in their room in the semi darkness drooling over page after page
Till the sun begins to creep in and the darkness takes its leave
Grateful for the respite from your self indulgent abuse
Tears stain the wood work around your bed, twisting it into shapeless motions of hopelessness
Two lovers embroiled in a battle of hate, never to part, frozen in wood
Upon your demise do they see the warped actions of your ignorance at play as these lovers dance from panel to panel creating a macabre movie of pointless existence
To be repeated over and over again
This age of understanding
It’s not what you think
It doesn’t knock upon your door with a calling card and a bottle of miracle potion
It’s the spider down the back of your shirt
The almost car accident when life starts to flash, then stops… heart beating fast in the chest as sweat begins to pour while horns lock in a musical ballet of obscenities
That time you think the one you loved more than anything in existence had died
It is all these things rolled into one
It wont slap your face
It will just let you know
For a second, for a minute if you’re lucky even a day if you pay the Devil his due…
But when it leaves
You are left with just yourself
Look closely with your actions
Listen to your lovers words
There is no tomorrow to make it right
Tomorrow is when they are packing their bags while you are at work
Tomorrow is when you return home to an empty house and a bag full of regret sitting by the front door
Your time has passed
You missed your boat
Now watch it sail into the sunset
Nodding your head with a half smile and tears
Filled with the age of understanding