Procession
Life is a procession of choices –
Until eventually there are none.
But the best of us live life
….In every breath.
There is always tension –
Between meaning and survival –
Between we and I –
Between service and control.
Until we lose control completely –
As we return everything –
…..Alone.
Mankind is a procession of lives –
That spark for an unknown purpose –
And together create a fire
That lights the darkness
That we hope, serves something –
Greater than ourselves.