Marble world

A million years ago 

a mission they set out on 

a marvolously young earth 

a maze of infinite possibility to unearth 

in their numbers they dispatched 

in thrillingly high hopes 

stemming only from an internal desire 

for a need to meet that something higher

for a thousand centuries, they would sore through the sky 

for a reason unknown to those whom, where beneath, they lie 

but they headed for the marble world 

because their knowledge was limited 

though an impossibly large lions heart carried them to infinity 

 

but it didn’t, it didn’t have to 

and your mind boggles, though I know you know as well as I do 

that an evil phenomenon would lead them astray 

and get their first, serpents

the powers know, this wasn’t their purpose 

the protagonists know no better, distractions distract them

though I do sometimes wonder, what they were expecting 

they think they found what they were searching for, yet it seems underwhelming

And when the fake marble worlds reveal their true colours, what then?

reds, yellows, this wasn’t the plan 

confused, bestrayed, mislead by man 

 

a natural creation that shall never meet its purpose 

a night collects the woes never not listened to, ignored 

the circle of life was cheated, we applaud 

why do we own so much power? They say we were created in the image of the lord 

 

brown remains smeared over my white bathroom 

a minuscule fraction of time responsible for permanent destruction