Durable


Durable

Stuck in durable abyss
How much more of this will there be?
Sooner or later
We will see

Shrinking in beautiful green
What does any of it mean?
None can say
All there is, is so and so
Here we go

Questions with tangible answers
Too many to count
Will someone answer our wishes
As our prayers
They make us want to shout

Out in the mind
Seeking solace to quench our thirst
For knowledge of where we’re going
Who will get there first?
It’s not a race
Take it at stroll pace
No-one knows what we will find
Beyond the great divide.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Gen R

You're Not Good Enough For Me

Inner