Life Poem

I look at life and its

nought but a flock of cares

An idling fancy intriguing here and there

We love, we lose, we wallow, we die

And all the while complaining we have no TIME

Yet ever waiting for the clocks to chime

I listen deep, long and hard

Searching for some meaning in our embryotic state

Is there truly a being that dictates our fate?

A collision of colour, thoughts and fears

A mass protest throughout our time on Earth

An intolerable voice inescapable from birth

We’re swooned and groomed in youth’s short years

Then expected to wait on death till we’ve lost all sense

With few thoughts to future not in past tense

Is this our life to those out there

A squalling mass ever searching its past

Knowing only too well the future cannot last