we are not born
we cannot die
we build our castles in the sky
we build our homes upon the earth
and ride the cycle of rebirth
we are not apes
we are not gods
we struggle on against the odds
against our fading memories
of old mistakes and calumnies
we cannot win
we cannot lose
we fork the paths each time we choose
and split in two and carry on
and take both routes to where we've gone
we do not see
we will not hear
redemption hovers very near
fulfilment just a breath away
our chatter holds our dreams at bay
we cannot stay
nor yet remain
trapped on the wheel of joy and pain
for truth is lost where truth is found
and still the wheel turns around
there is no peace
there is no war
it doesn't matter any more
there is no wrong there is no right
and everything will be alright.
Bad Poetry by Wayne Myers