Futility

Collab between Cynic and Caprice

Rules: Two lines per turn, rhyme scheme ABBCCDD... JJA



Perhaps it comes and goes too slowly
To be of any significance
In spite of all that happens
Worldly or otherwise
When taken to the skies
Everything falls eventually
And crumbles to sully
The name of new creation
Without validation
By those who know naught
Of waters with danger fraught
A mist of lies conceals doom
But often takes up too much room
Thus doom must reside adjacent
To life, wanton and complacent
Thinking to provide to all, for all
But witholding much, withal
Do ferns feel pain at the drumming rain?
Surely they don't want to meet germination again
A hard process of labour lowly