The Beast Is At The Door

The Beast Is at the Door

The beast is at the door
and we must fly or hunker down
each in our separate lairs
our enclaves of evolution
our tomes of voluntary entrapment
Help may not be on its way
The end is not in sight

And what of hope we ask
What might be left of this life
when the beast decides to leave
Do we thrive on lessons learned
or forge a brave new world

But mostly what of you and me
Will they ever or do we even want
things between us to remain the same
Was our separation as voluntary
as we made it out to be
Or was it rooted in a certain discontent
beneath the surface of out togetherness
A wanting to be free in ways we never dreamed of

The beast is at the door
and we must fly or hunker down