Stuck in the future’s maze,
Devotion strikes The Abyss,
The stuttering alarm of Nature –
Yet again-contentment amiss.
This- A story of many,
A story of one more descends,
Worried, wary and canny,
But visible with foul ends.
Everlasting- the thirst of the Lure,
The unwillingness to Mend,
A closed receptacle: Endure,
One ‘glass house’ to defend…
Hopeful journey- hopeless eyes
Too long, but nobody denies
To leap, ascend: but IT defies
This life begins and IT dies.
(by ‘Cinnamon’)
