Mind Games

Mind Games

 

 

Nature abounds with passion,

it touches deep inside,

never letting go;

yet words speak nonsense

dulled of fire’s heat,

becoming nothing but ash,

the dark soot

that seems to cover everywhere.

Isit true,

our lives mean little?

Or, is it perhaps,

we see too much,

but don’t believe it?

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.29.20

Author's Note

....thanks for reading....

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

lately i feel like we are statistics, or fuel for political fodder.
the fire of life is snuffed...when the flames are isolated.
I read your title and started singing..."playing those mind games forever..." (Lennon)