We are mere men A pathetic shell of our former glory My hand will always be reaching forward To the heavens Hoping to glimpse a pinprick Of Gods cleansing light We are nothing But shadows in an image of the divine
You werent always this human This weak The immortal soul inside Looking out just beneath your icy gaze Will always yourn for what it once held close Forever is a long time. Yet, they say, to feel its endlessness Is blissful. ..Ignorant?
Does the fragile chick long to leave the egg? Or does it live without choice, forced by nature and instinct to carve its way to freedom?
In this way, the deep recesses of your mind will always drive your mortal body forward. A living machine Gods true image
Sitting in the tub and this popped into my mind. Not religious, but I did enjoy writing it