Isolation
In time we find ourselves alone,
separated and unknown.
order coming to its end,
lingering beliefs ahead.
atoning for an unknown sin,
then we find we've always been
isolated from the earth.
ordered from our death to birth,
never were we watched upon.
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2010
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