Friday, October 13, 2006

Forgotten

The body reacts to the way,
The mind reacts to things,
The uncontrollable acts, like rivers flowing,
Well, they keep things interesting.

The wretching I hear from the animals around me,
Come, not from illness, but from the life lived,
In total comfort, not because of hard work,
But because of what they've been given.

There is no safety net for me or mine,
One sudden act and all is thrown down a pit,
And forgotten instantly by the world,
Because it ultimately don't care about it.

And it's alright,
Though there is still much time with which to do things,
At least I think there is, and if there isn't,
May the rest of you- I don't know- think of something.

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