Outlaw Slippery Worm
Wallowing to the echo of faded dreams,
We bite our tongues to hide our screams.
Swept away by the blur of time,
One must ask if we've done a crime.
For if I am eternal where have I been,
What have I plundered and who do I sin.
Am I an outlaw at the fringe of existence,
A slippery worm well versed in persistence.
One thing I know is that I don't know much,
So when wisdom whispers you must hush.
I'm always trying to get behind the curtain,
Scoping out the situation so I may be more certain.
Certain of what I don't know,
Perhaps why should I stay and where should I go.
Life leaves much to be desired,
Days drag on leaving one tired.
But I suppose it could be worse,
Officially I am under no curse.
Still though it's all so strange,
The Universe comes with quite the range.
From the ant to the whale,
The dark to the pale.
There are those young and old,
Some are cowards while others are bold.
A mysterious world waiting to be exposed,
An open door that can't be closed.
I step up to the question,
That what has humanity forgot to mention.
Copyright © David Lewis | Year Posted 2017
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