Kingdom Of The Lost.

At times the conscience abandons
And we become Ant Slaves.

Ant,for the mere state of existence
lives of sorry and pretence.

In pursuit of what may seem freedom,
People seek what they already own.

Own,we own ourselves and not the world
But we know so much about the world lest ourselves.

Make me not for an expert.
Most thinkers are curt.

As poets love
as they write.
And painters
paint what words cannot express.

At times even love and ways of expression becomes a luxury.
But going the distance is all one needs to do.

Credits
Photo-Ben Rosett