inroads and outroads

trading for value
the sights can be seen
voluminous portraits
ways to get inside
people often say
that what turns to gray
can't ever come back,
and speak again,
knowing full well
that what's really there
will stay, come to share
what we could have been
only missing peices,
inroads and outroads
design to happiness
and other worthwhile feelings
explaining nothing
hidden because of the closed-off
foggy sections of forebearance
wanting nothing else, but to
take control over bodies
hidden in between
and living on
becoming your own
deconstruction of life
and beginning of future past sold and bought
living off nothing staring into the space
your destruction will come, my little one
when all of us are done, singing our song
ways we must go, travelling by the notes
living on through deconstruction and reformation
what we must know, master, finish
before it is too late, and we're all gone
this road leads to what we know
now, and in the time to come