Nothing Left but, I

We stand seemingly strong, painting pictures of high walls and raging seas
Sining songs of victory and supremacy

If we're missing legs, we continue to live
If we're missing eyes, we continue to see
If we're missing hearts we become the merciless granite stone upon which civilizations rise to fall

We are together in mind but not in consequence or purpose
We're like a Black widow ....sharing only for our own

We have opportunities for the strong and opportunities for the weak
We have marketplaces of love and hate
words and thoughts and dreams
and gardens with beautiful birds singing merrily in trees

We're all naked and delight ourselves in stripping down to our most basic thoughts and instincts only for our own amusement
We take risks to reep our consequence ...and carelessly dispose of all which is in our tight and almost pathetic ways
We create endless passages and paths like rat mazes, and willingly enter them and lose ourselves to the mindless quests

Our games are all that of time and time is but the barer of our deeds ...like the ferry man transporting us for a penny to a detsination we know nothing of

We tell our lies and believe them and build town and cities out of them just to face the fear of losing wahat we had built

We aren't the keepers or the plague of the earth ... We simply can't tell ...yet we need to contain ourselves within a narrow mind frame lest we lose our minds

We have it all in this world of ours ...except for one thing

Our goal

Our dream

Our favourite game

I