atlas shrugged

if all that is left is answers
who will provide the questions?
i cant provide the details
but ive got a few suggestions
when men become
what they fear
and fear what theyve become
what is left of them
but a man
becoming nothing but fear?
and fearing nothing but to change
to change the scope of your view
and see whats old as new
to enlighten your life
is a fear that is true
so many false fears
and phobias of hope
so many lives lived
on the end of a rope
theres so little left
when your exposed at your core
theres so few hopes
when the souls an open sore
when foundatoins crumble
and men grumble
when lights flicker
and the earth rumbles
the basis slips
the ballist dips
the water rushes
then paitenly drips
the drip of insanity
the drip of profanity
the drip of a lie
of life slowling damning, see?
when the course is lost
you being to wonder
why your set at sea
and though no boats on the horizion
what could the destination be?
freedoms what we seek
from whom or what we cannot know
for we hide the truths from our selves
in an ignorant loving glow
the dust under the rug
scatters quickly
when atlas shrugs

im readin atlas shrugged by ayn rand...if youve never read it that sucks you should its damn good and if you have hopefully you enjoy the poem. either way im off to bed:)