F Love

We are like that dog chasing his own tail trying to posses something of its own  something that is beyond us never to be touched only to be looked upon Gods are laughing from us we are their laughing stock grotesque humanity at its best inventing our life while being shaped by it. And right back, where we belong Arrogance of our loner god is our own self deception Led by his own will misguided in sleeplessness we are dying on the way, to be reborn in clarity of future lies, lost and never to be loved, shaped into the featureless sunset of a sculpture in a snowy sense of senility where time is moving away from us and we fall to stand. You call it love  I call it master and slave morality by Jaro T