Ceaseless
As I sit here, the world tumbles along, like a tumbleweed, persistent, never ceasing, and sometimes without purpose,
At a glance, dry, thorny, a vesicles for nothing and no one, carrying forgotten destinies to the ends of the known universe ceaselessly,
But, as I sit here, I take a second look, and find not tumbleweed, nor forgotten destiny, but a monument,
A monument of past lives, accomplishments, failures, imperfection, love, harmony, war, scandal, persistence, struggle, a monument of unspoken depth, speaking of the human spirit,
Vandalized though it may be, passed by without a glance at times, but ever present, reminding us, that life happens, and that existence is a struggle,
But it persists, ceaselessly, and will last forevermore until the end of time, to the ends of the universe, unceasing, bearing the mark of humanity, and still we struggle on..
- Trey Capello
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