Holding on to things that
at the end of the day
are sure to be left behind
Laboring away precious time
for lots of money, to pay
for escaping the grind
Wanting and seeking love
yet giving some, never
crossing the mind
Worshipping the mortal
external while to the internal
eternal beauty remaining blind
Always restless and searching
not knowing what is it
that we are looking to find
Staying trapped in such ironies
we think we are free, our world
is surely a mad house of a kind!
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
Holding on to things that
at the end of the day
are sure to be left behind
Laboring away precious time
for lots of money, to pay
for escaping the grind
Wanting and seeking love
yet giving some, never
crossing the mind
Worshipping the mortal
external while to the internal
eternal beauty remaining blind
Always restless and searching
not knowing what is it
that we are looking to find
Staying trapped in such ironies
we think we are free, our world
is surely a mad house of a kind!
