Rhetoric

What are we then, but dust in the wind?

What have we to say over that which renders us powerless?

How do we fight when our inner workings cower in fear, in shame, in disgust?

Where is our glory? Where is our strength?

How do we fight battles with obstacles made to de-stabilise beings?

Where is the courage of our ancestors?

We fear the complexities of the world and bask in the simplicities, yet still feeling hopeless in it all.

How can we sit and ignore modern marvels, modern anguish?

We have shifted our faith, given  up our hopes and aspirations to wallow through meaningless paths.

We live with no ambitions, miserably envying those which dare to run and find hidden paths.

We blame all but ourselves. It’s nature, the universe, the forceful need to conform to a belief & a philosophy.

But we never challenge ourselves, never challenge our thoughts.

We are but dust in the wind.

 

 

 

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