The first aboard is the quick among us
Who claims his life as if it were a quiz
The last aboard is the hopeless savage
The last among us is the child of average
The seers still claim their right to know
Whilst all about us the future converges
And the first thing in us is fear of the unknown
The first aboard rejects this quickly
The middle-man awaits his turn
And waves the first man gone completely
And tides roll up upon understanding
With muse reborn, I am the last on board.
Friday, June 2
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1 comment:
i especially like the continuation from the 3rd stanza to the 4th and the whole of the 4th. drives the point home nicely.
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