How many moments do we have?
Would we use them wisely if we knew?
Would we be more reckless if we knew?
Would we want to know?
Tag: poem
Life is a Beach
The world is burning.
The heat suffocating.
Our leaders, can only extol
“Life is a beach”.
Boris
We sit on a train
staring into the abyss.
Is this action, really sane?
My fears, you dismiss.
The abyss, coming closer,
the end ever nearer.
You think you’re the composer
but that is a veneer.
You’re but a puppet
on a cut-price budget.
The Sentiments
The sentiments, are all the same.
The sentiments, are all a game.
The sentiments, allowing you to pass,
your job is done, no need for more.
The Walls
The walls
they surround
they closet
they hide.
I need, never leave.
