HOLY GRAIL (An Original Poem)

when the lights dim and your molecules start to wonder
if the quest is the quest
or the rest of the journey is better off left
to the dead who wander with ghostly souls
with no untold future
or breath to behold.

the lights that live before us
and beckon a new age.

can be seen as glimmers of the past
so surreal and strange

where pieces don’t fit.
and it slips past the filter
and maybe it’s delight
and maybe it’s unexpected

because when we go
into unseen sights
and unthought thoughts

we enter a new age of ourselves
outdated concepts better be shelved.
with all this might we forge
onward
to discover our plight

because all we can do,
is rage against
the closed walls of the night.