Under the Ice
Under the Ice
Days pass by quickly
People are so dramatic
They don’t know who looks like a fool
They don’t realize they look so erratic
Because everything’s a veil
You don’t know this life is here
People act so immature
Like they can actually overdose on fear
Everyone’s afraid
Of what they don’t understand
If people took time to look around
They might actually see this foreign land
But everyone is afraid to die
It’s a natural human instinct
People like to go through phases
At the end they fall through the rink
Down there the truth is uncovered
People talk about unspeakable things
Death, life, harmony
These are privileges wide eyes bring
Your brain is an eye of its own
Though it may not look that way
If you are afraid of something
It will shut and turn away
Hidden under the covers of the ice
Billowing sheets of snow
Lie people that are too afraid
To learn about what they don’t yet know
These people live on top of the ice
Everyday they try and look down
Only to see frozen entities
Below the naked ground
Beneath the layer of ice
Eyes are open all day long
They all see quite clearly through the transparent purgatory
No one is a casualty of the daily throng
Of people in the snow
All they know is death
A fresh old man beneath the surface
Taking his first breath
Sees not the world above him
Or what he has in store
Making a revelation
He discards the urban folk-lore
Someone on the surface
Mourns his death to no extent
They are looking down below them
To search for their old friend
Finally they spot him
In the world of ever and after
They run faster than ever to catch him
To hear his much missed laughter
They set a noose above the kitchen table
And jump from the four legged mountain
Diving into death
An abyss resembling a flowing fountain
The tears brought to their eyes
Are filled with so much pain
The old man is missing
The mirage was provided for Death’s gain
Fresh souls enter the kingdom
The ice encompassing them
They uncover eternal wisdom
And finally understand that life has an end
Suicide should not be accomplished
The person now understands
He wished he hadn’t jumped off the table
Into these bitter lands
He breached the gap of life and death
To deal in bliss no more
Ignorance obviously has its bounds
The same ignorance preached by urban folk-lore
He hears his mother above the ice
Mourning his life in despair
She mounts the wicked table
And jumps off without care
The noose around her neck
Breaks her in much too quickly
The boy watches her with ice flowing down his face
He begins to feel so sickly
Once the mother arrives in death
She observes the lonely plain
No one there to comfort her
Her whole family is now Death’s gain
She looks upon the snow
With such a deep regret
For she sees no one
Not even Death who she has already met
Her mind now holds the secrets of life
They are useless after that time
She realizes the ultimate goal of life
Is not so divine
Life is given in order to be lived
It is a gift not a right
To whom life is given
Must keep up the mandatory fight
Life can be difficult at times
But most people don’t understand
That you need to fully experience it
Before throwing up your hands
The pleasure is invaluable
It’s not materialistic
For the real question of life comes afterwards
When Death asks, “Do you miss it?”
-Jake V.
6/27/05
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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño
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