Empty Case File

Smoke in the air,
cheap drinks across the room
and not enough change for the fare.

Looking for something,
a kind of reform
the kind of thing
is to find the truth
which is true for me
and not just
falsely printed liturgy.

Hearts on the sleeve,
and the Word
written on the heart.
Philosophy and religion,
holding hands
walking step by step,
truth in truth.

Bins with discarding notes
charting out discarded paths
and false mentalities.
Captain of my faith
and challenger of destiny
crying out for a real direction.

False direction,
fake dichotomies
and realizing this old tomes
are nothing but the chronicles
of a broken and disenfranchised soul
that has written it's way into tombs.