Oblivious
The morning sun heralds a new day;
pain invades my very being;
most that I loved, have gone away;
the past has become a dream.
With trepidation, I look far ahead;
tho the future is only a mist;
and so, I dwell on my past, instead;
like the last time I was kissed.
Those were the days; we always say;
for memory is often selective;
all enjoy, when things go their way;
truth is only a perspective.
Evil thoughts constantly gain ground;
their prospects, most incidious;
ignoring the truth with evil around;
to evil; most are oblivious.
Most tend to become; whatever they see;
monkey see; and monkey do;
ignoring the truth that can set you free;
things you ignore; you tend to imbue.
Others seek truth; becoming religious;
their path is straight and narrow;
they quote to friends who remain oblivious;
“His eye is on the sparrow.”
Passions in life; tend to come and go;
tho evil’s influence is prodigious;
people of faith share love and grow;
while most remain oblivious.
Monty 11/18/24. # 2,452