as you contemplate
the churning of the tides
who minds your mind?
always watching
from the outside
on the inside
keeping track
keeping time
that voice that speaks
who minds your mind?
what holds the knowledge
no one knows
at the eclipse of life
what survives?
where go the thoughts
that we think
when we die?
and what of time?
clocks ticking away
as days fade
and dreams once fresh
are forgotten
have we forsaken
what the ancients
kept as sacred?
replaced life
with pesticides
chlorine and flourination?
contemplate the propagation
of apathetic disillusioned
disenfranchised
youths of my generation
tribes of all nations
desperately seeking
the radical path
of the way in
