any more
to be trusted with secrets;
nature has broken us
because we will not bend,
and here we are
reigned in
by the spirit,
captivated
by false dreams,
illusions
of our purpose;
we chase fairy tales,
exchanging reality
for lies on paper,
ignoring
the human condition,
likening
our antithesis
to our history,
escaping karma
like a bad middle name,
tossing morality away
with the truth;
we place our ear to the ground
to find a heartbeat,
to find our lost treasure,
but its all buried
under skyscrapers,
houses,
dynasties of failure;
we want to understand
but we can't;
for we have forgotten our feet
and now stand in space,
existing
without purpose.
Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster
