One down

Drowning, running
In realism and reality
Shutting down the system
Switching on another

One sector seems negligible
The other is too large
The living could be leaving and it would not make a difference

Yet all they want is to be outstanding
Like white on black
Contrasting to the rest

Sauntering in circles
Condemning obstacles
The only path as smooth as silk
Is the road from Life which ends at Death
Even so it has its ups and downs

A fragment of a picture
Small like single speck of powder
Never growing larger

Dreams and desire just like flower
Age and wither
Crumble unto dirt

The road is crooked
Into a corner with no return
Take this chance to move up
Or lay here on the floor
No care will be provided