A study in humanity

A look back to a cause

or an act of futility

Your hands in pockets

with faded pictures

in a rusted locket

Too much to go back to

against a howling wind

reasons left untrue

The light of what was

unchanging in excuses

just grasping on straws

Be what it may

it made us what we are

an endless sad ballet

Humans we are flawed

and we never see

that perhaps there is a God

In the child’s hand

the tree’s  leaves

in the untouched sand


Maybe we will never learn

stay in our hypocrisy

and still the days turn.






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