Given the ChoiceA Poem by LowesyThe beginning is just; the beginning is right, the constant wailing and constant fight. To discuss the discourse of freedom’s first light will take us forever into the damning night. Fidelity must be spoken to those who need the warmth of truth’s thick clothes, who feel the need for life’s great oath and to be taken gravely as a matter as so. Success is what must be measured at once, weight and health is of sudden importance. Rivalry instantly ignited through instance, a battle of babes of great significance. Throughout the primary walks of life, when babe has now grown into child, when child is absorbing the essential guide there is nowhere for this child to hide. Blackened souls will seek to compete, though we are all blackened souls underneath. We all seek gratitude and plaudits from those with whom we speak. Adolescence, I’m sure, will destroy the likes of me. Toiling away for the great machine. Like cogs destined to be the engine, toiling away for humanity. Which cog is shinier than the crooked colleague? Retirement seems to be a venture from the fog, where you’re made to live on scraps like dogs, freeze at home and choke on smog. a peek into our epilogue. Let’s call upon our great creator and ask ourselves, 'which one is greater?' Space is supposedly a mask for our maker but our lives are somehow difficult to savour. Forever we will wander, what lies beyond the years of yonder? Given the choice, would you be forever younger? Given the choice, would you still have the hunger? © 2012 Lowesy |
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