On the edge of new normalcy,
the end of human-kind emerges.
We fight with our wits,
yet un-evolve.
We move without thinking,
and can’t find common ground.
The participation is fleeting,
the old forms are constantly deleting.
Herein lies the foil and toil in human folly.
We strive for our best,
yet not for the rest.
Sinking in the calmness of fresh glowing dusk,
the moments of turnover where the sun nods to the moon.
The hearts cries for mercy,
singing a new tune.
(June 2017)
Rays Up! 