I fear, worldly life's a maze,
An indiscernible one, hidden by the haze.
Its twists and turns veiled from our gaze,
Numbered, are our short life's days
Some blame the predicament on humanity's greedy ways
Some say, in our eternal journey it's a passing phase
But say what we may, the problem stubbornly stays,
What can we do, in our confused daze,
To prevent our lives from being set ablaze?
The day will soon arrive, when our world we shall raze.
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Evidently, I was more bent upon the rhyme .
The next one will probably not have so much thought put in.
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Poetry#14 on 8 March 2017 Poetry, Prose. Words bled from the very soul. Musings of an occasional poetess. 'Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. It is an abstract art, and I am, but a mere artist ' - Edgar Allan Poe ©wordalmaniac 2016
