Worldly shelter awards no relief
cause it’s an existence shrouded in grief.
When not shaded by the umbrella of Grace
better to build in outer space.
They sculpt our psyche to feeling falsely free
comforted by cars, boozed in bars, still barren of all glee.
Ancient wisdom satiates the soul
yet pain cloaked as pleasure is endorsed as the goal.
Doing my duty and in dignity die
as cheeks are wet from eyes that won’t dry.
Flung the boomerang of joy and distress
as the roulette wheel of life spawns untold stress.
Traveling, soul traveling, through times and places
changing bodies, spaces and even faces.
Death to the body as certain as day is to night
yet embrace sensual desire as our sole delight.
Wrinkled, grey and old
this vehicle’s becoming decrepit, sullied and cold.
Fighting in this life, solaced in death
pursuance of a path were we need not fret.