Poems started a thousand times, end changes, through lifes run lines.
Perspectives key, open lifes gate, Door chosen, love, envy, kind, hate.
All is never as we see, shackled vice are we ever free?
Delusions wide open thought, hooked through teeth soundly caught.
Free is captive as a slave, captures virtue as we behave.
Fools they shout "we are all free", all the while guzzling down vice to be happy.
Humble look to virtue first, knowing full well freedoms curse.
NiEve as doth mankinds fate, destined us all to an early grave.
Stare free fallacies demise, we vision beyond for lifes ultimate prize.
Down under the surface soil,
Gritty life lived full of hard toil.
Now sit us high above the green tree line,
Disconnect we are from earths toiled fetid mine.
Leave the shackles of this hard fraught life,
Filled with its challenges & impending strife.
Suspend thought in a hand of time,
Await the knowledge and a future sign.
Beyond the bog and the oozing mire,
Burn a heaven brimming with eternal fire.
Not much longer now to endure,
This worlds strife, this systems manure.
TARQUIN 2022