The Future is a Thicket

The past ‘n’all my love a blasted ruin

City of the dead consumed by desert

Rebuilt again ‘n’again, what else ‘s’worth doin’

Sand foundations, falling always to dirt


The future, it is a thicket of thorns

Strang’ling each limb, only stillness is peace

Tearing, shredding my skin, my soul it scorns

Stillness is not life and life does not cease


With ev’ry step those teeth sink into me

Blood thirsty jaws gnaw’n’ at my flesh and bone

Flaying till there’s nothing, only debris

Escape costs blood, but death I can postpone


All things end even the thorny thicket

It’s not won, but endured, no gold’n ticket


~David T. Kukulkan~


About davidtkukulkan

I am a cognizant collection and configuration of genes in symbiosis with various microorganisms, thoughts, memories, emotions all encoded in neurochemicals.
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