There are no qualities to be found in everyday life, nothing has value today.
Lost in ever-increasing piles of clay, civilization is mired in lost pieces of hardened ceramic hearts.
Oblivious to mournful cries of destiny, people tread ever – onward, attempting to fulfill what their thoughts of living are becoming.
Mindless of another’s place in destiny – walking on – falling through the holes, empty – wasted – of the future.
There are no barriers of recompense, fruitless tasks are endlessly prodded down empty lanes.
Carcasses of knowledge sit alongside vineyards, waiting to be picked, yet no one cares about them.
Dying, fruit upon the trees, falls prey to progressive whims of pollution.
Fulfilling mankind’s destiny, always hanging upon another’s coattails,
riding towards horizons which will never arrive.