My Mother's Eyes

Nothing shines
Souls have dried
Decaying mind

Tried and tried
Aim tall and wide
No goal in sight

My mother's eyes
Showed deep inside
Now solid white
As though she died

"Ahead is death"
Just drifting by
No smile beside
Tears not been cried

I need those lights
Or I will die
In time nearby

Dysfunctional Biological Material

Awake

Living

Functional biological material

Instinctual and primitive

Kills to live

Looks for a meaning

A nonexistent or unlikely purpose

Struggles for momentary satisfaction

Trudges through bad to good

Just to be in good

Liars - cheaters - thieves, lead

But their endeavors... everything

Insignificant to anything

Nonetheless, they live
Inspired by emotion, but

Greed - lust - fear
Rule the primitive mind

Poorly functioning biological material

Awake for a second to observe our failure