Apr 20, 2009

Survival

In my transient flight
through a space of infinity
I cling with tenacity
to the vast constellation
with the fear of a hunted animal
unceasingly on the run.

A portion of my being
by sheer instinct is steered
through the darkness in the night
Otherwise by other’s decrees
will I be channeled
through troubled waters

A race for survival persists
amidst a cauldron of desires
tossed into it like a burning centrifuge
darker instincts ever surfacing
to overpower the less potent impulses

My strife continues
as myriad forces crash
rushing towards collision
the myths of evil and good persist
serving their ulterior goals
transforming into many shapes
as they lure many hapless men
searching for an anchor

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