Wordle #176


Time serves us all a sentence.

The brevity of our lives,

Our communities mere decades.

Our concerns are but vague collaborations.

Our hearts unraveling without care

For a chat or a nod or a spare set of keys.

The compromises which in hindsight

Compromise our state of being

And our souls most of all.

He who does not listen cannot

Feasibly know and he who lacks

Contact or initiative cannot

Feasibly do anything to resolve

The discrepancies of ego.

Does a single answer exist

That could ever satisfy

The collective of man?

There are not enough Gods

To answer all our whims

And even if there were

We lack the means

To perceive them.