Hubris
SavTheCity
February 27th
It's all slipping through the threads.
Life of a fabrication,
Mornings filled with dread.
Answers in a dream
For the question in your head.
Yesterday's tomorrow and tomorrow never ends.
What if death's an idea?
A constant iteration,
What if life's the panacea?
Reorient the outcome
Towards the mysteries you seek.
The solution of a life is a suspension of belief.
Predisposition to the truth.
Should there be a problem,
If the answer's destitute?
If I can't be the teller of a story never told,
And life is just a memory,
When do we grow old?
Amanda84
March 3rd
@SavTheCity
Thank you for sharing.
I really enjoyed reading it
I could connect with the constant questioning of life.
The uncertainty.
A story not yet written.
Apprehension.
Hope.
Beautifully written 🩵