I weep for the lost innocence of those unborn
For we have left their survival to the tides of chance
And we’ve exchanged their freedom for the power of now
Because we’ve been overcome with the simplicity of our immediate
And we’ve forgotten that the outside will one day come inside
So we must dance to the music of the drums that we have carved
And the coming generations will curse the earth on which we tread
They will turn their backs on us and let our sins devour us whole

YOU ARE READING
Lucid Rambling
PoetryIn the event that I expire before I get a chance to inspire. I hope these meager lines help you find joy in the significance of the beautiful nothings of life.