If you look close enough at life,<br></br>observe with care the galaxy<br></br>and navel-gaze for long enough,<br></br>you will in time be made to see<br></br>we cannot by mere science find<br></br>an answer to the question why;<br></br>our lamp-oil may be well refined,<br></br>but we will still in darkness die.<br></br><br></br>We live atop a heavy tower<br></br>that teeters on its burdened base:<br></br>we drink a fresh-poured pint of power<br></br>and revel in our heightened place.<br></br>By intellect we’ve donned the crown,<br></br>from Babel’s peak we now aspire;<br></br>yet we’ve neglected to look down<br></br>and see the fundaments on fire.<br></br><br></br>Our morals have not matched our means:<br></br>for in this world that we’ve designed,<br></br>self-interest coldly contravenes<br></br>our common cause, and leaves us blind.<br></br>We’ve found a thousand ways to kill<br></br>but lost the ways to live, to feel –<br></br>we have engineered a modern marvel<br></br>and fallen asleep at the wheel.<br></br>
cant you see, who is me, i gave you an open door, can i be who you need, do i need to be more, can i go where you go, should i hide until im more should i try should i fight, should i cry like before T.F. Burke poetry #poetry
