The World As Is

The world of I, me and mine,

Has come undone with no place for thine.

A face so lost, forever in past,

A name so known, yet unknown.

A tireless traveller, bound by time,

A relentless wanderer, driven by dime.

A body of flesh that wants not work,

A receptacle of mind that has no perk.

A sense of existence prevails so hard,

So much so, that it cares no bard.

The sense of beauty is almost lost,

In all that now, it is but an arbitrary cost.

The eyes which once revered the sapphire skies,

Now look up to it with insidious desires.

The Moon which was once a heavenly abode,

Now is marked by us to be our humble abode.

All the wreak and havoc we caused,

Is not still enough to satisfy our Cause.

A Cause so invested in personal goals,

Paved by trampling collective goals.............