Yet We Can Truly Change If We But Try

Are we just dust blown in chaotic winds,
Or driftwood snagged around river bends?
Ghastly ghosts of a once greater being,
content to crawl along without seeing?
Or lost seeds sprouted in ancient dark ground,
Whose dying makes not even a loud sound?
Here under sorrows and a hiding sun,
We oft rip and tear, calling such great fun,
Thinking we are in control and much more
Existing as nothings, on darkened shores!
Racing as blinded mice in shadow dreams,
Content to exist within this world's schemes

Wailing and moaning as we live and die
Yet we can truly change if we but try!

R.J. Lindley,
July 12th, 1979
Sonnet


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