(no subject)
if time makes children of titans
driving them to their hands and knees with its relentless advance
robbing reason from their tears and abandoning
them to quail in their beds
what will we mortals become
as we walk its forced march?
will we find ourselves but beasts, pawing for scraps, silently
wanting something beyond the grasp of even
our minds?
no, perhaps we will be spared
and we will not fear to unclench our fists if
we never believed they’d captured the world
and with open hands, perhaps we will find
there are still things we wish to grasp though
what we once held is gone forever
driving them to their hands and knees with its relentless advance
robbing reason from their tears and abandoning
them to quail in their beds
what will we mortals become
as we walk its forced march?
will we find ourselves but beasts, pawing for scraps, silently
wanting something beyond the grasp of even
our minds?
no, perhaps we will be spared
and we will not fear to unclench our fists if
we never believed they’d captured the world
and with open hands, perhaps we will find
there are still things we wish to grasp though
what we once held is gone forever