Life Is a Razor Edged Game
Despite an apparently high level of chaos, confusion,
Strange activities and behaviors throughout life;
Despite sorrow, pain, grief,
Loneliness and strife.
Despite traffic jams and those that stand
Against us at work, play and all around;
And gigantic storms to those forlorn
Forsaken souls abound.
From broken hearts and unfulfilled starts
Dreams not reaching fruition;
Rusting cars and dying stars to
Little intuition.
About the beauty undetected deep
In forests, fauna, streams
The properties of time and matter
And what living really means.
The inner workings of the human mind
Extended everywhere
From the colors of a rainbow
To the reasons that we care.
About love we lost and coins we tossed
While calling heads or tails;
Despite the dance of chaos and chance
There’s symmetry when we fail.
As day needs night to know itself
Wrong needs right the same;
Love and hate share the very same gate
And life is a razor-edged game.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2011
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