No Man's Landers (But I Digress)

No Man's Landers (But I Digress)
By: Uriah "The CivILLian" Walters

Your musings
Are amusing
It is like that music
That moves me
The chuckle in my heart
Was a serious face
'til you broke it with a smile...

...but I digress...

A cheerful heart is the mass hysteria
When the crushed spirit is the norm
It appears to be a poison to
our mouths that we at once
would dare not drink.
We would rather wallow in the
thirst that consumed us
until our bones ran dry.
Simple no man's landers, forcing
A desert to be paradise
And sand to be our beds
With stones as the illusion
We see in the distance, giving
Us a satisfaction to our faces
It indeed joy were birthed out of
our self-mutilation...

We became so used to the aches
And pains and toils and struggles
And weights, that we had forgotten
Any opposite setting.
We were the settlers of a hope
That we had no hope in
So when we saw a way out,
We despised it as if to say,
"Let's go back to Egypt"
Let's go back to being servants
With no purpose
Whom felt worthless
On this Earth with
No reimbursements
'lest it be a keen inertia
That'll redeem a worker
With an idle sidle
Too far back in recline to be inclined
To make a revival as his bridal engagements

A cheerful heart is the mass hysteria
When the crushed spirit is the norm
Yet, it is the medicine
When the crushed spirit is gone

Let the crack of your smile
Be the dawn of your surroundings

...but I digress...

Whoever ought not have a sparked thought that'll mark the route of our conversation is free to jump in just to say nothing to add to that plush blend of nonsequitur observations.