So this is it,
the grand march of progress.
Funny.
I guess,
I came to expect something less,
torturous.
The smell of sweat,
a sense of regret.
Is this as good as it gets?
Humanity,
destined to be
short of breath
and afraid of death.
A place for poetry and prose
So this is it,
the grand march of progress.
Funny.
I guess,
I came to expect something less,
torturous.
The smell of sweat,
a sense of regret.
Is this as good as it gets?
Humanity,
destined to be
short of breath
and afraid of death.