What Everything Is

Under a surge of destruction and defeat,
Watching my limbs fall apart from me,
This is life: I'll tell you what that means.
Feeling the pain of all who mistreat,
I stand in fear of what I will be.
This is wisdom: I'll tell you what that means.
My hands are shacking; I stare at my blood,
And the ground is giving way under me.
This is face: I'll tell you what that means.
When raven's tears fall in the mud,
The fault is mine for all to see.
This is time: I'll tell you what that means.
Your hand quivers ere it debates where to strike.
My eyes burn in chaos and fear.
This is love: I'll tell you what that means.
Flying on carts, speeding and turning alike,
In joy do we let fly our hands and our tears,
This is pain: I'll tell you what that means.
Your upturned hands are burning and cold.
Black tears fall down your cheek, and I cry.
This is fear, I'll tell you what that means.
Your hot breath from years of old,
Down my neck from your bored sigh.
This is disease: I'll tell you what that means.
The taste of a lie rolling over my lips,
Rejection from the only One Who matters,
This is sin: I'll tell you what that means.