Cradle
Just out
of the
womb
are we.
Still in the
cradle naive
beyond belief.
Center of
the universe
we were.
Made in
“Gods”
image
we knew.
Now, the
veil begins
to lift.
Looking
out of the
cradle
we see
more,
yet we see
nothing.
We see what
we can see
but nothing
more.
Haven’t a clue
do we of the
true nature
of things.
How small
we’ve become.
How small we’ve
always been.
Center
of nothing
are we.
Time to
look within,
time to
throw out the
masqueraders
of “truth”.
Charlatans all.
Time to look
within.
Time
to start over.
Copyright © Jg Collins | Year Posted 2018
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