Slip

Watching chance slip away like sands through an hour galss
Is to be held close like watching grass grow
A mockery of meaning

Like people aimlessly flocking to the lights
Flying like moths
With a purpose they don’t understand
Drawn to beauty,
Seeking utopia
Never reaching it and dying in the process

A cycle of wanting, needing and taking
Pillage what you preach and feed the cycle again
A means to an end
But seeing the road already travelled
Be compelled to ask the question – why?

Another wing falls as freedom is clipped from our dimension
Another grain fills the glass
The essence of ones heart contained in each

How many hearts shall fall through time
Before they are challenged to fly free?

Slip

Flic Manning

St Kilda, Australia

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