Born,Live,Die

John Prophet

Some say

we’re born,

we live,

then die.

That’s it.

One grasp

at the 

brass

ring.

That’s all.

Therefore,

do whatever 

it takes to

come out 

on top.

Step on,

step over

do whatever 

to win.

Why not!

The ones

with the most

toys in 

the end

win!

I 

wonder.

Small thinking,

limited.

Is reality 

really so

simple?

Is it

all so

selfish?

Does 

humanity have

the gravitas to

know such

things?

Karma,

could reality

be more 

nuanced?

Probably so.

Children 

of the void 

are we.

Much to

learn.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2018 12:31
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