We are but transient souls in this existence
Throwing away that which was given as a
blessing
That which is not made of stone
Our tears reminding us we have lost our way
Yet we struggle to keep from dying when all is lost
Opting for complexity when love should be
simple
The heart doesn’t endure that which makes it sad
Warning signals we ignore as we pray diligently
For that which has no cure
We shape our lives on the tangible things of today
Letting go of adventures which bring so much
bliss
Shaping what is our doom to obtain society’s nod of approval
Life should be a dance of happy feet and unending
smiles
A rhythm of two kindred spirits soaring above the
mundane
Not of plans to fulfil what is expected from us
or by us
Telly Morris
Saturday, January 18, 2014 at 22:26HRS
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