At the crack of dawn we snooze alarms
Steaming kettles hustle along
No end, no rest, don’t miss a beat
Ephemeral journey, bitter sweet

Mutter, whisper never speak
About what holds the earth in peace
Repulsive, cynical, wrathful hearts
Soon unrolls inhumane arts

Cherish the warm serendipity of life
Ignore the stones that bruise your heart
Eternity’s just in fairytales
For all sharp knives turn blunt one day

© jane_doe