He’s So Right!


‘Twas pondering again as every day
When it occurred to me the old-fashioned way
That we really don’t exist
He’s so right and I get the gist
What remains is our usefulness
What remains are our resources
What remains is insect food
And may I say…it doesn’t sound good
Although we try increasing our value
Through making collections so sallow
They only serve as trophies nobody sees
Since they’re all too busy living low-key
Even so, I ruminate more as thoughts scatter
It matters what we do before we splatter
Not only to ourselves, but to the world
Yet, we’ll never get there with our wings furled
At times, I despise my own interpretation
Why not just live and forget the explanation?
But Dad’s motto is to ‘Keep Going’ before the slowing
So that’s my elaboration to stay clear of damnation

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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