Friday, August 19, 2011

Unfulfilled Purpose

People's lives are purposed, ordained Truth.
Shuttered, homeless, vagabonds we be
When innocent, pure goals we seek at youth
Become lost dreams and void's infinities.
The bend and sway of planets shapes our minds,
Our culture and proclivities of life.
Our minds, too, force sphere's orbits in like kind,
Spin round our energies and create strife.
We all are planets, satellites of suns,
Duped by an egotism insecure,
Of arrogance to deem ourselves to've won
Disregard the spiritual knowledge we've procured.
And thus, our souls are arkless, vacuum swept,
Disjoined from cosmic life, wandering, bereft.

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