This life

Cerebral fuck,
This being alive.
Keep your arse moving,
least it be done too.

Animals evolved,
to perpetuate ourselves.
Yet culture castrates,
and never a fuck for the future.

Stuck in time,
wanting it now.
Fruit grows,
taking time to grow and go ripe.

Body contorts,
mind melts.
Scream and the punch,
sometimes all you have.

When faced with a crossroads,
who will you be?
Walking towards another crossroads,
no doubt!

Triplets

The snow is pretty
Yet I feel shitty
So here I write this ditty

A lament if you will
Of what is keeping me still
A state I only describe as ill

It's a modern lament
Of a common dement
Sinking as if cased in cement

In a post modern age
I struggle to gauge
A hidden, lurking rage

Linked to loss
That's of self in this dross
Myself I don't give a toss

Hollow inside
Feelings, emotions have died
Or so it feels on this slide

Triplets if rhyme
as I run out of time
Yet still to say I'm...