In Brief

Sunday, July 24, 2011

A tentative draft of perhaps something more.

Life is not a maiden with flowers in her hair,
Daydreaming lazily by the shores of a clear blue lake.
Life had it's eyes thrown open by the mighty hands of time,
And sword already in his hand entered an eternal battle he can only lose.
He fights still today, mud and the blood of Nature's forces painting his face.
He has not had a second of rest,
But he knows that for him to survive,
He cannot take any.