The sun comes up
Another day begins
People everywhere,
Within the light,
Move on their way,
To live another
Group of moments
In life.
Time – tedious time,
A master of each task,
The laws of sequence,
Observed and lived,
By all sequential beings,
Feel the sun,
See the moon
Captured at a tick-tock pace,
Searching for meaning.
A single thread,
Stitched through events,
Quantum entanglements,
Like stepping-stones
Placed one by one,
A sequential thread, of
Truth.
In a field, of
Fabrications, self-serving
Concatenations,
Embellished manipulations.
Lies,
Change sequence, forcing
Consequential paths,
Bereft, of
Substantive reality.
Deceptive layers.
Blankets of
Depravity, form a
Skein, of
Space and time.
We have the choice to
Grow or wither, to
Fly or slither, to
First be kind,
Think higher?
