The Core

We echo across the night Like howling winds As we tear free of our captors Shriek like demons Released From our own walls Spin like a dervish Howl at the sky Most fear to tread Where we tread, In the great social hierarchy Of some system None of us agreed to Just found ourselves Bound to by some Unfortunate Roll of the big dice. Too bad no woman blew on these Save us all the trouble Of such raw Unfocused energy. There are some of us, Some of us got lost. And there are some of us who got lost But found our way back, But never untouched. And the brothers and sisters That didn’t make it Fell to the chains And to the battery That we all partook… Some more than others, It changes the core Makes it hard Or shatters, Those who Didn’t trust in the pillar At the center, Fell too far left Or too far right And were swallowed By the darkness Or the light. But those who made it back With eyes like a shaman Who can look into the abyss; Step into the abyss Feared and respected Seeking those few They can find Leading them back to the center To be given the chance They were never given.