The bond of humanity has fractured numerous times,
So weak are these ties that bind,
one hand; the other.
The duality of what it truly means to exist,
A righteous decent into humility,
Our empathetic soul,
tired and malnourished
Moving towards the end in search of sense,
of our creator-
The great unmoved mover, we beg for catharsis,
something to validate who we are-
A purposed purpose to reason.
We await that whisper-
In pandemonium- lead and fire.
In tranquility- warming winds and mysterious dreams.
In the fleeting heart of the ocean wide-
We journey through the perils of life,
passing for a moment, listening for the change in tides.
The sanctuary of the mind is a paradigm,
built on the truth telling lies,
The elements of what make us; being mankind.
Evolution; divine intervention.
Destiny is in the roads and sands- A slipstream-
alluding ability- be who you wish to be; know thyself- see,
Socratic in theory; Nietzsche in delivery-
Pointless it seems to believe,
no sacrifice can stitch or renew the minds insatiable greed.