Why can we not see,
what is best for ourselves?
And sometimes when we do,
we still fight it like hell.
Is it madness, is it proof,
that man is so fallible?
Is it an effect from the existence,
of this world that we know?
Sometimes we see truth,
and we struggle to keep hold.
Sometimes we do the same with lies,
and still on we go.
Then the clock keeps on counting,
as it ticks along slow.
Stealing time we will never,
once again get to know.
I understand, at least I think,
but it doesn’t seem fair.
Because so many do not,
and it seems no one cares.
Live along as you will,
but know it is sin to waste this life.
I can see through the fog of distraction,
so it may, one day, still be mine.
Copyright © Tony Brady | Year Posted 2017
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