they grasp at straws…

they grasp at straws

parched
for
a taste
of
hope
humans
will consume
poisonous lies
or
even
swear
a mirage
is
real
long before
the madness
has
set in
others
will take
the sacrament
of
sports
where
nothing
has
a consecrated element
just
gladiators and lions
to
distract
their minds
away from
what
they
truly
thirst for
some
tangible
answer
to
their prayers

 

 

perspective….

if a man stands
next to his past
will he know it
does he have
such a keen eye
as to see his past
or will he continue
to look to the future
not seeing today
or yesterday
just the mirage
of an oasis
in the distance