This is a poem. It has words. Some of them rhyme. |
In a race for our race our minds expand, our weapons outpace A battle not good or evil Sad and broken upheaval Human thought infinite in potential Imprisoned by the inconsequential Tick and tock our clocks do stalk The present implodes and time corrodes Memories of sympathy for images on TV So far away from me but needing to simply let it be Exponential acceleration towards temptation Extinction Survival Infliction Reprisal Freedom of mind and body perceived but never before achieved Obvious flaws our inner character gnaws At Subconcious impotence and ineffective governance Of self Is that who we are? Concious and connected, a goal unrealized Too many despised, no longer do we seem surprised Racing toward a time when all is well Some see hell when peering through a hardened shell Self preservation Attempted eradicaiton of pain What is it that remains? A mental disorder The prescription Know thyself said one wise man Way back in some foreign land Words so simple and sure to be true Though their meaning obscured by overwhelming hues Radiant and certain yet always disappointing Reactions, distractions, internal interactions Doubt, regret, perpetual discontent May time wash over me Hope Hope for perseverance Why are we still here? Defying probability? A gambler on a hot streak What chance do we have? |