Running, racing, pacing
Searching, seeking, now tweeting
For something more
The world of man in all its glory
All of life…The master story
Told retold passed down, passed on, passed over.
The world of beauty
In each blossom, swell and breeze
With ease….we sit and soak our soles in the sand
Our souls are in the hand
Of the spirit we command...to serve us well
To save us from our imagined hell.
That which we don’t understand.
Deeper in, further out we roam,
Further from home
The continu - ommmm
Further from home
The continu - ommmm
Why these minds, these lobes, we probe
Creating these illusions
Of grander…of
strangers, of separation and solitude and sin.
As if we could be separate as we orbit and spin
Lose, no we win….and gain…the recognition of our name.
Stay in, burst out…laugh, love, shout, what is this world of
man all about?
The self imposed, self absorbed, self defeat of something more.
Or less…"how much was that dress?", I confess…I want more, not
less!
A foot in this world, the other unknown
I sing the song of a mortal
In my simple, single poem.
