Am I? - 1282

I Am! - or am I just because WE think
in tune with, and in opposition to
the tears, toil, trouble that ‘today' hold true
of any given space-time in the pink.
The Pierian spring from which we drink
has seldom seemed more muddied, skies less blue,
though options grow, their focus narrows too,
as few take time from time and from the brink
draw back to draw conclusions which can link
coherently, providing overview,
beyond the information flood. What's true,
objective, as upon life's skating rink
Man rushes headlong heedless of thin ice
which may engulf vainglory in a trice? ...

(22 June 2005)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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