Mortal Trajectory

Wretched humanity passing through a space Chosen to be born Chosen to be mournful Woven webs with wisps of waste Here to discover from the arms of a mother So misplaced Some mortal soul striving to succeed Planted firmly willful pouring greed Purposeful need wrapped up in treasure Blatant inadvertence of mans frailty lost in forever So few, so few see beyond their acuity Not yet achieved fluent ingenuity So they sail into a distant blankness of commutativity