In this world 

There are 

Many things

Some things

Are better 

And some things 

Are worse

And some of the

Better things 

Are actually worse 

And some of the 

Worse

Are actually 

Better 

I digress 

 

But there are 

Always things

 

And what you 

Do with them 

Or without them 

Is the measure 

Is the weight 

Of your soul 

At the point 

When dreams 

End 

And nothing

Matters

Except 

Everything 

 

In the first 

And final 

Roll call

Where your name 

Is all 

You have 

Or all you will 

Be given 

You stand 

Or sit

With nothing 

And that 

Is the freedom 

And the prison 

You carry 

Until 

You 

Fall