Peddlers

Peddlers

Aug 28

by Angela Fardo

Thought takes shape in unseen places
Blank stares and vacant faces
An eternal whirlwind of cognizance

Objectivism, Astronomy, Philosophy, Autonomy
You must be saved to cast aside
The chains that are reality

Confusion marks the mood of the existential labyrinth
A search for convergence
Weary humans banging walls along with happy mice

A quest for fire from within
To raise the pyre with chagrin
An ended journey that burns like embers deep within the soul

A purposeful trading ought for naught
Switch places……lest your soul be bought
By never ending sellers of the truth