POEM: Karl Projektorinski

To be human of flesh and bones
is to recognize the rules of the unknown.
let thyself wander
dodging about your defeats and failures.

Following the usual flagstones,
we endure everyone's hellish moans.
so we grow asunder
grown in brokenness and worldly pleasures.

Because 'tis life never really comes with manuals
( though some people claims they have one,
but knows nothing when thrusts upon it. )
we find ourselves  lost in darkness and arrogance,
forgetful of our youth, innocence and elegance.