This is the earth we breathe
And the air we surrender
It is the bonds we betray
The charisma we ignore
Yes everyone
We blister with preoccupation
Hoping for a better fate
Then what we can prepare
In all too human hands
Persistence is our virtue
Why we strive, our stride
Almost letting the good things go
I’m aware of how life could be lived
It seems miles and miles away
From where I sit wandering
Seemingly distant from all that is to real
It is that distance that gives us purpose
With each step we hope
To bring us by and by
When it is in you always
As much as I
JBW
A Dead Language 