Life

When the baby craves the bottle
and the leaves begin to fall

When the world is living in silence
theres not a sound at all.

If the child grows to know danger
and the tree is carved into a manger

The life will blossom through
and stick like gum to a shoe.

But in the end it's all the same
One life
One simple game.

But the heaviness you carry
can sometimes make you tarry
and the path is never clear
as he sips his final beer.

Upon the boat he sails
the angles let out a wail
for the baby has no bottle
the fathers throat they will throttle

But in the meantime
we shall sleep
while the tiny baby weeps

For the night is drawing in
no birds exist to sing

and the echo ringing in your ear
will never cease to disappear
until the baby gets his bottle
and until the path to a better life is cleared

** I have no idea what this means lol It doesn't make sense. None of my poems are making sense these days! **