As we are walking
Some run past
Some are way behind
Coming in last.
Complicated lives
Stressful throughout time
Castaways from the heavens
Diabolical farce in the mind.
We try to meaningful
In durations, steps of motion
The level trying to achieve
Makes a strange commotion.
Knows of unwilling insights
Weeps, look fine
Demeaning of the sad and lost
With their tricks and lines.
Speaks with unnamed words
The body is in a fit
Manifested and corrupted
Under all, we sit.
Tommy K
8/3/2014