Always wanting what you cannot have.
Daunting senses that I can’t grab.
Propaganda written in the wheat.
Darkest days are far from obsolete.
So why all the fighting?
What do we strive for?
If everything is beyond our grasp, what’s the point anymore?
Cause without a goal we float like leaves.
Pointless for we have been severed clean.
Our time spent and this our decay.
Ending to our finite story.
Who is the victor, I do not know.
Unwrap conviction to reveal a bow.
Drawn out but never completely spent.
Build upon the backs of a giant serpent.
So why all the fighting?
What do we strive for?
If everything is beyond our grasp, what’s the point anymore?
Cause without a goal we float like leaves.
Pointless for we have been severed clean.
Our time spent and this our decay.
Ending to our finite story.
Was it good or a catastrophe?
Judgement rendered two by three.
Lined us up and then bowled us over.
Smiling at a forged four leaf clover.
Where rot is norm and saints are wrong.
Faintest line along which to carry on.
Studying faults that just won’t leave.
All backed up by another’s greed.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 