Our Hands

Watching our hands
For signs
For a glimpse
Into the passage of sand

Seeing the light
A relative concept
A twin to the dark

Afraid of the chance
That the things you see
Will brand you
Leave you to live with their mark

A hark,
To the heralds,
The harbingers of heaven and hell
The harbourers of harmony
The final hesitation

The hands of humanity
Callused by humanities insanity,
It's insistence on going against
It's self-defined morality

An unfathomable pandemonium
Described by humans
And defined by birth
death
And then re-birth
It's a description worth mirth

Then the daft diviners
of reason in chaos
Ask for faith
In their fanciful fiction

And it falls back to our hands
And the quickening
Of the forever-falling sands
And rather than ponder our existence
We scrutinize the demons,
We dwell on the doctrines
Questioning the individual aspects

The semblance of choice
The existence of destiny
And the possibility of damnation.