Be It True? By richard lynn livesay

Dying to live, I live to die…mortal madness

Madness to survive in the jungle of jive

At the top of the food chain there is sadness

A sadness in our hearts, of unfulfilled potentials

In the law of the jungle, we fight like dogs for scraps

Twisting in the winds, not understanding essentials

“To every thing there is a season, and a time

 to every purpose under the heaven”

And do we not look for that purpose in mind?

Where with reason, there is no reason but humanity

The mind is but a tool that can make us a fool

I have been the friend of vanity; sought the edge of sanity

An old poet; an artist hidden in the field of time, I am

Long in the tooth with prizes and scars, I chuckle

I was at cause and journeyed  afar, bright an’ dim

The Sumerians told me where it might have begun

The Jews and Egyptians left clues upon the walls

We revolve on the sideways figure eight and run

A few years here then the branch will wither

And the body will sleep, knowing nothing

Yes, we have heard of eternity, yon hither

So today say, I’m doing the best that I can

For tomorrow is only a dream in disguise

Look no further than your heart and hand

You can fool some of the people some of the time

But to fool yourself is like butting a brick wall

When you are gone, where is your reason or rhyme?

Sound and fury is but sound and fury, a turmoil

Signifying nothing, bitching spreads malcontent

Have you grown within; how is your lamp oil?