Lucid

For this, For that, For not, Wretched man doth live from this day to that Without meaning, Without Purpose. My mother always taught me that I should eat Fish from the bowl. She taught me well. This was the way…… But now I eat fish from the can…. Apparently this is the way now. We live in this world never knowing what to grasp, Or what to let go. We forget our dreams. The past has become a mirage And the future bleak and hopeless, Filled with insatiable uncertainties. But we will forge on. We will survive And we will spread like viruses For this is the way of man.