Vanishing point
Life is a vanishing point
from birth to death
looking down the road
our vision lost by illusion of
a foreseen ending
every day we live
the further we search
we are still lost in an illusion
life is a perspective
put into art
by horizontal vertical roads
we have put ourselves on
life is something so far out of view
it vanishes before we even reach the end.
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2024
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