GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

56. Untitled

We live, we say.
Is live a day
In motion pure,
Or striving for
A static state?
Is live, create?

Or, are we parasites
or ugly mould,
To suck the days and sleep the nights
As world grows old?

What purpose for us?
Must there be one?
The stars ignore us,
Impersonal is warmth of sun.

Must we persist in search for why?
Make riddles out of birth,
And mourn the ones who die,
Then, to a God concede control of earth.

One way I know
Life differs from the rest.
We choose the paths ourselves
And never pick the best.