Beneath My Skin

For reasons blur as fog,
they choose to slog
on the endless conveyor belt.
They pace each steps with grudges heartfelt;
in their hearts they defiantly resent
but their bodies readily consent.

For causes unknown and mystified,
they prefer to hide themselves from Light.
On the path of daily life,
they drown their minds in lies.
In place of reason, they exalt their misery
in groans and grumbling agony.

For their sake they are told,
the Light at the tunnel holds.
On a slippery slope they stand,
down to the endless abyss they land.
In the wake of perils yet to come,
will they come undone?

For reasons blur as fog,
they laugh and mock
on the endless conveyor belt.
They march forth with heads swelled,
in their hearts they no longer resent
for to Death they have given consent.