Building one thing then another
in tidy lines and piles they sit.
Constructing roads and high skyscrapers
to engineer the perfect fit.
Forever chasing that horizon
while reaching for a distant star.
So starved to find some foreign landscape
never content with where we are.
Falling forward as propelled
by the trajectory of cupid’s hit.
Collecting coins and random tokens
to gauge each gain and deficit.
Falling forward towards another step,
these exploits fill a barren map.
Yet we’re no closer to the finish:
just cursed to run another lap.
Though could this be the truest fortune?
Death leaves man’s bounty when he’s done.
Not comprehending, as they bribe him
for one more dance around the sun...
