Friday, March 28, 2014

Future - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

future bold, future cold
what will we think of time
when we're forgiven for our faults
our simple living crime

ingrained in obscurity's trough
purpose hidden, unclear
no everlasting meaning
in a thread of vapor here

never feeling satisfied
becomes our solid state
blending need for action
into a constant pace

fighting for that power stand
to give us meaning true
an underlying satisfaction
of egocentric acts imbued

how can good meaning percolate
toward some useful fate
by simple fact of circumstance
facing us toward open gates

without some guidance by those
who have walked this path before
and stumbled onto processes
which open up life's door

the door to everlasting being
something not so easy to obtain
when all our world's a wisp of gas
tending quickly to dissipate

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