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
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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