THE CROSS

the oxymoron of life 

the all time of strive 

most people bask in pride 

raising shoulders high like kite 

the juxtaposition of happiness and sadness 

hatred in love with kindness 

all psyche finding solace in madness 

hades rejoicing in gladness 

our existence is nothing but mirage 

like a flash of light inside a dark garage 

no matter everything you've acquired at large 

we all die with no decorated badge

no medal to decorate our shoulder

no age respect to claim we are older

lowered in a shallow grave which is colder

cankerworms don't mind, they don't bother

 

you might be rejoicing until you crawl to a dry oasis 

a life of vain hopes and promises

when you sit back to think with ease

it's plain vanity, just sail along and hiss 

@talk2leigh

10:37am

5th March 2022