Life's Laborious Journey

LIFE'S LABORIOUS JOURNEY

Pinned at the crossroad of a curious mind in this robotic orb my diamond eyes sting with a coat of crystal droplets skiing across my whole, my being wondering through computerized streets of this order controlled universe. My functioning system once a pea in the pod, a seed in fertilized soil, has now morphed into a slave of commands thrown upon it at the days' passing. I am but a machine with a sleeping motor that roars only when instructed to do so.

The clouded atmosphere of puzzling labor from sun's awakening to its rest has become a routine for this ant-like colony. Whether in line or out of order these busy workaholics know no rest. A circular cycle just keeps on repeating as the hands of the clock spin out of control. Years move with lightning speed and before our minds grasp the evident truth of our existence our molecular features morph into aging creatures leaving us at the hands of Mother Nature as it stops our internal clock and finalizes our laborious journey through life.

Written November 2005...