Opportunists Stroll
Opportunists stroll the Earth forgetting where they're from
Underneath our magic moon and all below our sun
Killing time and what a crime to only go the distance
Relinquishing, diminishing spiritual existence
Yes our body is a vessel to carry us along
For we have not made the ultimate sacredness beyond
Skin, Flesh and Bones beginning with a breath
Will not save a human heart from the course of death.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2022
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