politic body and mind

As I wonder through the halls of thought,
I reach out my hand towards the pillar of naught.
I breath in the rain truly blood of mine,
hold on the rail tight theirs and thine.
Through ashes and mud the thoughts travel with us,
where are the birds of life flying thus.
Sheep looking up slowly take all I have,
forms and schedules fluid modern rave.

As I wonder through the halls of thought,
my heart beats the rhythm of all that is naught.
The walls's ears are perked reaching ecstasy,
gathering information to create the reality.
We see what we see as we travel a far,
backlash politics open Pandora's jar.
Home coming brings the walls closer in,
mum serving cookies, steak knives, and gin.

As I wonder through the halls of thought,
my arms reach out embracing naught.
The closer I come to missions of grace,
the longer it takes to win rat race.
Muscles screaming dignity before death,
bent knee breaking for the king of sabbath.
I pray fortune takes me spinning fine tales,
the end is not.