Imperfect Creatures - Sept. 07, 2011

 Imperfect Creatures

 

The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted

for anyone.

Although, faces of men whisper of experience

between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,

step right in.

Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,

when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,

were we supposed to hold hands?

Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up

in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile

when reading what's been said.

We wait for justice, and then roll over

playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons

learned from each moment.

Is this not a step towards

what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,

because we do not care?

Do we only commit to that which comforts

our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second

we would see the entire picture,

perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves

as we are,

Imperfect Creatures

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/05/2011.