Sunday, April 18, 2021

Mysteries of Rage

Filled with life, organisms
The world is a living system
From the ocean's life, the sky clouds
It isn't tormented by dreams or doubts
Her oceans breathe out the oxygen
Plants taking in our carbon dioxins 
Humans are different, we are animals
We're aware, dream, act, and we think
We feel, and, into our dark thoughts, sink
We need to understand our proclivities
For our actions are based in mysteries
As we linger in the dark, not the light
The world is distracted by trauma
Whether catastrophes or violence
Riots, crime, or permanent wars
All leave wounds, leave scars
Left to our dark thoughts
We become children of the night
We learn lessons, but not wisdom
However intelligent, we've no vision
The future is not within our sight
Even if we dream, study, or believe
Our minds cannot create prophecy
It has a source we cannot tap
Or data to retrieve