Saturday, May 3, 2025

Bearing our flesh, we are alike

There under a cover of foliage, it allows less light to pour through
We are better able for the cool of the shadows due to that canopy
The forest form of perfect shelter offers comfort of lower temps
As heat of each day won't rise above our physical peak survival
On the dark floor of the jungle, all different beings are hunted
No questions of fairness or justice, hunger is the sole motive
Just like human life in modern, medieval and ancient days
Quite similar to our own mind, our dreams and our fears
We are not isolated, our fates merge, destiny earned
And if nothing stops one from the pain and tears
We are not immune to both curse and fortune
 In the end do we lose everything, forgetting
Or finding hope or not, will we learn?
In wages of life, do we know a cost?
Wherever we are, whatever we do
Found, in our transit, or lost
If the end is nothingness
Can we find truth
Is there proof?
I hope so
I do