Innocence Lost

And think, life moves on.

In life, things are eternally ephemeral;

Things are fleeting, short-lived.

Working against the grain.

And with the cutting of hardwood.

Life created, and life destroyed.

Passing judgement, obedient intellect.

In an age of incessant retrospect.

With this, we go about.

And in the going, in the talking;

In the floundering about.

Meaning is to be written, to be spelt out.

For it is only human to relentlessly doubt.

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