Member Poem

The Fearless are faking it.                                                                                                                       
Those who say they are going to heaven are taking the fun out of hell                                                     
And well, I’ve got something to tell you.                                                                                                    
I’m in no mood to be sympathetic or dreadful in effect for something better                                           
I’m just telling the truth                                                                                                                      
Because everyone I’ve ever spoken to has begged for it.                                                                            
No one likes to be lied to but the truth can be a bit far ahead for you                                                          
So sitting in denial is a second best and a close second if not first                                                    
Because the truth is the worst                                                                                                                    
And playing hide and go seek reminds me of what it’s like to act my age and be dispersed                   
From all the runaway train collisions that you get still living in someone else’s hearse                             
Do you follow me?                                                                                                                                
Because I’m on the road and my mind won’t press the brakes.                                                                  
I’m really nervous and I’m not faking it,                                                                                                      
My fears are taking over and my arms are starting to shake.                                                                           
I’m asking myself,                                                                                                                                        
What am I doing?                                                                                                                                                   
Is this the worth of my birth that fate from the beginning has conceived?                                                         
To secretly get nervous every time someone gets physically close enough to me to hear me breathe?         
I can’t see through these fogged mirrors.                                                                                                        
I’m pushing sixty on the bridge and I’m too scared to leave so maybe faking it is okay this time.                          
The car hydroplaned and flipped even on the yellow line.                                                                               
I hit a tree and didn’t get a scratch past the record, I’m                                                                             
Over fearing death                                                                                                                                              
But fearing dying is surely a pick of mine                                                                                                            
I can’t get behind the idea that one second you’re here and the next you’re not.                                             
Like animals on the street                                                                                                                        
We’re all just animals on two feet surrounded by concrete blocks that crush you.                                                     
We’re as much a part of nature as the trees that were cut down to write these poems on                           
But we say we’re manmade.                                                                                                                            
Like existing as a man in nature separates you from the world.                                                                    
We’re not even men.                                                                                                                                        
We’re just logs drifting down the stream unaware of the sixty foot drop from the waterfall at the end.    
I’m pushing sixty on the bridge                                                                                                                
Committing sins and slitting wrists so deep that my hands are trembling on the steering wheel grip          
They say the captain goes down with the ship.                                                                                              
So when the world ends does God go with it?                                                                                                 
Only to leave nothing behind?                                                                                                                            
I don’t believe that.                                                                                                                                         
I don’t believe that the two are separate I believe it’s One.                                                                           
Man and Nature are One.                                                                                                                          
Life and Death are One.                                                                                                                    
God and the world are One.                                                                                                                              
I am One.                                                                                                                                                        
I am One with you.                                                                                                                                      
And I’m not close enough to hear you breathe,
In fact, I’m too close for that.                                         
And Death is right behind us catching up,                                                                                                  
Are you going to make this moment about fear or love?                                                                             
Are you going to put this above you?                                                                                                           
Or deep inside your mind where it pushes and shoves you?                                                                        
Have you had enough too?                                                                                                                           
Or are you too brisk and quick to admit that someone loves you?                                                               
Maybe you’re too much of a fool.                                                                                                           
Pushing sixty on the bridge, but not making time to spend with your kids                                                    
Or press lips with your significant other.                                                                                                     
It’s okay                                                                                                                                                       
Because we all used to be that way too.                                                                                                             
But now we’re Fearless.                                                                                                                                    
And I swear to God                                                                                                                                             
I’m not faking it.