We hold ourselves so high,
self-righteous at times.
As humans we pride ourselves,
as being the most advanced species.

Are we?

Unknowing of their own mortality,
so many try to conquer the world,
and so many fail.

Why not instead,
try to make the little corner of the world,
in which you reside,
a better place.

Those who have tried,
so valiantly to save the world,
usually find,
that the world is self destructive,
and mankind wishes not to be saved.

Self appointed kings,
playing god,
consumed by pure greed.
They have all said;
"To hell with my fellow man,
more for me. Get out of my way,
I want it all!"

Eventually,
all empires shall fall.
In the end,
what have they gained?

If a millionaire dies,
isn't he just a dead man?

When the man who controlled,
with an iron fist dies,
what grip does he have?

Those with but one ambition in life,
fame, fortune, or power,
sell their souls.

They are shallow,
empty and cold.
As a corpse they exsist,
rotting away any humanity.

In the end,
we are all the same,
merely dead.

All one can control,
is themselves.
Do not let "life" pass you by.

And yes, the world will go on,
with or without,
you and I.

12/06/1999

Posted on 01/20/2002
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