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
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
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
Shout Out To Krackers
Request permission to use this poem