Between

by Boxer Wyze

Before I was born there was nothing.
And when I am gone the same.
But I am now where all things happen
And are written and conquered and seen.
Our lives like a blip
On eternity's radar
Our dreams, desires, arts and philosophies,
All our good deeds and heinous atrocities
Witnessed, recorded, judged and forgotten.

Despite wish and prayer and dream and talk
Our footsteps sound only while we walk
And not while we are carried in the womb
Or lying cold and mindless on a slab in a tomb

I did not exist before I existed
I will not exist when I am no more
I want no so-called god to intervene
With what I am doing
Between.



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