Companion piece to ‘Life’s purpose’.
WE SOULS ON THE BREEZE
We are but mere amusement for fates gentle chivvying blow,
it’s nudges and prods.
Given to embrace illusion that we can swim against the flow,
trusting false gods.
Are they not just methods of deceit our likes,our tasks and toil,
just to blinker sight,
to still our questioning minds and all our understanding to foil
so keep us from light.
Do we not simply exist, year on year content in ignorant bliss,
never to turn the keys,
for the pursed lips that whisper truths bring also a frightful kiss
for we souls on the breeze.