The Comet, The Course, The Tail

They say we are endowed with Free Will -
At least that justifies our need for indecision
But between our insticts and the lust to kill
We bow our heads in submission
They say that no man is an island
But then they say our castles are our homes
It's felt the choice is ours between peace and violence
Oh yes we choose alone?

While the comet spreads its tail across the sky
It nowhere near defines the course it flies
Nor does it find its own direction.

Though the path of the comet be sure
Its constitution is not
So its meaning is possibly more
Than the tracing of a tail
In one brief shot at glory.

Love and peace and individuality
So order and society are man-made?
War and hate and dark depravity
Or are we slaves?
Channeling aggressive energies
The Death Wish and the Will to survive
Into finding and preserving enemies
Is that the only way we know that we're alive?

In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same
Whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game
In the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves
Except for outward pomp and circumstance.

There is a time set in the calendar
When all reason seems barely enough
To sustain all the shooting stars:
Times are rough
I'm waiting for something to happen here
It feels as though it's long overdue
Maybe a restatement of yesteryear
Or something entirely new.

And the knowledge that we gain in part
Always leads us closer to the very start
And to the founding questions:
How can I tell that the road signed to hell
Doesn't lead up to heaven?
What can I say when in some obscure way
I am my own direction?