Fossil Fool

Yorke

Our freedoms imprison us.
Even now we want more than we need,
tho' we do not yet know what we want.
We do without knowing,
we know without doing.

We do without nothing.

Scaremonger the tip of our iceberg hearts.
This is this race of a thousand false starts,
and we, the runner, he player of parts.

We with the stones and the broken glass's.
You with your runaway greenhouse gases.
Her heart still molten,
we've frozen these assets.

This horse is gone,
yet we search for the locks.
We look to the skies,
we watch all the clocks.
The second hand,
our second thoughts.
This futile search,
these last resorts.


This weight of extinction is heavy,
shackling life's gift of buoyancy,
of optimism.
It pulls us under the rising tide of humanity.

We belong to the future,
it does not belong to us.

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2017 20:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Yorke

      Thank you 😀 I appreciate your reply.

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • WriteBeLight

        The fact that you write and realize this gives me hope that things could change.

        • Yorke

          We all have the power to change the world, but only all of us can change it.
          Thank you for replying 🙂

          • WriteBeLight

            🙂

          • Quemis

            Relevant and poignant.

            Very well done. : )

            • Yorke

              Thank you for your kind words:)



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