Written on the Wind

This life is thick with pleasure tricks that point

Out paths we need not only walk past but cast

The sign of souls decline across the joint

To show that world corruption wears a mask.

These things, in play, mislead the way, with smiles

Unsourced and price coerced to fool our fawns

To graze in fields, though large, enclosed with wiles

That bind our hands and turn our minds to pawns.

Please take this time to learn about our time

In time, for then, the blindness fades to light

As layers peeled away reveal the sign

And loose the knot that grants the grace of might.

This world exists within your mind, still born

When borne by time, to beat the thought that mourns.

-MMF