A mind in which a decision was made,
today
in the faces framed and hidden by tint
speeding by, expressionless,
only hints
perhaps of a life lived, perhaps of an existence.
May not the worth
save that which entertainment gives,
be all that ties us to this earth.
May not the price,
save that which being takes,
be all that others know of our quarrels,
for in those reflexions that pass we see,
our essence in vicarious triviality.
NS
"for in those reflexions that pass we see,
ReplyDeleteour essence in vicarious triviality."
Indeed we do.