No Matter the Story

A stargaze in a maze

Searching for a glaze

Not to haze as I gaze

Under the stars this phase

So many people a far

So many near yet far

A lot with naught but scar

Not to live in par

A system systematically and dramatically

Ever changing, rearranging, it's damaging

Ruin again and again with naught but ruin

Not a glimpse or taste, not even a little Heaven

People don't choose to be born or from where

Born into ruin, in sin, in hell to tell naught

Not a tale to listen or glisten, nor hearken

But abandon in the midst of darkness

But all stories, no matter how small

No matter from where they came

No matter the tale to tell in the midst of this hell

All stories are relevant within the Book of Life

Tis all within the story...

There is where you'll find clarity