Merely Shadows

It makes sense to me that the world turns as it does.
Speeding, careening, so fast and reckless,
On a path so ever changing that it's never likely to repeat.

And yet we wonder why chaos seems to reign where we stand,
Seeming to move so slowly while living on this cannonball known as home.
Why people act, without thought or reason.

Lives full of monotony and redundancy,
Because we do not feel the acceleration of our land.
Our own chaotic and unpredictable nature encumbered to a pace much less than we are.

We are merely shadows of a greater presence we know and yet remain strangers to.

Author's Note

I can't figure out what this needs, but I'm not quite happy with it yet.

Reviews

[Linda Stinson]

"the path so changing that it will never likely to repeat itself," well, it does. Unfortunately there is nothing new under the sun. Maybe to us individually, but not as a whole. You got the words and you got the feeling, I think it is the order that is out of whack and maybe some contradiction. You present a wild chaotic world but speak of monotony and redundancy.
Keep it up, you are getting there. And when you get there, be sure and show me the way...lol I am usually never happy with what I write and it is always in a state of change.