A Self Centred Creed
Life is never the same,
one moment to the next.The
day’s routine..eating, working,
playing, sleeping camaflages
the moving conveyor belt.
Dawn breaks, night falls
day upon day, week
after week. Seasons
change imperceptibly,
the length of daylight alters,
only the birds notice and
adapt. We having sheared
that link, cocooned in
a mirage of modernity,
muddle on in our delusion;
arrogant and ignorant,
trusting in a perceived
superiority, obstinately
dismissing life’s realties,
worship at ego’s altar.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012
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