Life: As Viewed Through a Lens

where will we turn

when the sun hides

when the tides

roll in roll out

wash the shore clean


our mark


as the grains slip through

the glass

shattered pieces scattered

in all directions

bellowing death

wail perforating eardrums

fall deaf

eyes blind



of our influence

we’re all running

treading water

in this muddy pool



forging a legacy each troubled step

some prevail

but do they


the world is small

viewed through a lens

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