Laugh or Cry, Laugh and Cry

It must hurt for the words to flow 

and burst through

the dense foliage

of hatred.

Is your love round-up ready ?

The sniffles sound

like drills in my heart : 

tears, oil it spills

igniting my despite.

A snake eating its tail ?

There is no escaping the silence, as there is no escaping death.

Dancing between notes of life, the lingering pauses sum:

somehow, the void always adds up to more than the rest-

Are we something made of infinite nothings ?

Or are we nothing, and thus everything ?

when you were young

When you were young, 

you had a song

and a fight - 

a need to get things done

You had nothing but now

to live for

the past was a dream 

as was the future.

When you were young

you had a baton:

you were  a baton.