Time sinks
with each blink
of the eyes.
No more signs in the skies.
Hope is lost amongst us
in our bustling rush.
Faith no more
washes ashore
assurance of our purpose
on the surface
of this ground we walk;
losing eye contact as we talk
to each other, empty,
yet, full with plenty.
We appreciate nothing,
always leaving with something,
pockets never deep,
but humanity is cheap.
Truth we must pay for.
Lies, though, freely pour,
out of our mouths,
just as the clouds
release the rains
as blood into the earth's veins,
sprouting life for us to breathe
into our souls, which will soon float
out into the endless scope
we no longer believe in,
so-called oblivion,
sealing our fates
with muddled slates,
leaving behind
the blind leading the blind,
racing to beat the clock,
still ignoring God's knock.
