We wrestle with obscurity
A matter of what matters
In an endless ocean of existence
Will our best thoughts evaporate
Our strongest words discarded
Greatest works forgotten
If ever
Will our very existence be something of substance
or simply become significantly insignificant
While some feverishly toil and others falter
We all struggle to create finite moments
Drowning in an infinity of infinities
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Spoon
As some walk on a guided path
Others simply slip and tumble
Though fight as they may
Nothing breaks the fall
At times the free fall slows
Only but to give way
Another cliff
Another crack
Another false floor disguising the abyss
While some are born destined to soar
Others are aborted to struggle
Left to sift through the remnants
Of the crumbs fallen from a silver spoon
Others simply slip and tumble
Though fight as they may
Nothing breaks the fall
At times the free fall slows
Only but to give way
Another cliff
Another crack
Another false floor disguising the abyss
While some are born destined to soar
Others are aborted to struggle
Left to sift through the remnants
Of the crumbs fallen from a silver spoon
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