Everybody wants to live for ever
They try very hard not to die
Their activities are so disastrous
They make Mother Nature cry
We attempt to engineer longevity
And delay the inevitable
Unable to bear the burden
Of a transient existence
We set ourselves up as gods over nature
Death follows us wherever we go
Time will cause us to be forgotten
We only inhabit a few seconds
In the hour that is life
We can never outlive what we are yet to fully understand
For nature has its own agenda
Our advancement has been rapid
Our hopes have been triumphed
By our energetic abilities
We aim to conquer
And claim dominion over all
Our anxiety regarding our significance
Harangues our thoughts
Man categorises and type cast’s all
To understand the creator
He delves deep into the cosmos
And dissects the Supreme's intentions
He aches to know where it all began
Man understands not
The unique balance that is life
He wishes to humble all
To the throne that is his ego
Knowing does not mean understanding
We know what happens to the seed as it grows
But not why the need for a seed
Some things are best left to faith
We may only know
What we need to know
Categories:
categorises, angst, brother, depression,
Form: Prose Poetry