A World of Made

Marching through this world of made,

Of plastic cups and Gatorade.

Of States of Red, of states of Blue,

Of Muslim, Hindu, Christian Jew.

Rushing through its dark confines,

Of hollow love, cheap Valentines.

Though I love you and you love me,

When we're apart, we both are free.

Careening through the dark abyss,

Of righteous greed and material bliss.

We buy and buy and much is sold,

It cannot fill the gaping hole.

Flipping every station through,

So much to watch, so little to do.

It grabs your brain, it just takes hold.

It sucks you dry, destroys your soul.

Marching through this world of made,

Of dreams deferred and minds decayed.

At the edges I must grope,

For just a tiny shred of hope.

To grasp it tight this thought unmade.

An act I thought was long forbade.

It is a seed for future plans, of lives fulfilled

of joining hands.

In breaking through this contrived world,

I see my life a flag unfurled.

With beaming pride it stretches long,

Knowing just where it belongs.

 

Well spoken....

for me,
it helps to see,
every-thing is energy

 

nice write...it reminded me that everything is disposable...even us...and yet everything does have its place. thanks for sharing.

~corvuspirit