Generally So

Do I wander strange pathways,
Kissing light from beneath the floor,
Travelling previous passages,
Trying locks on all the wrong doors.

What world is it that we've come from,
What sounds have we misplaced,
Somewhere deep inside my heart throbs,
Can we taste this emotive waste?

So, generally I know we're moving,
So, generally I know we breathe
But I'm not certain we are improving,
I'm not sure of  footprints that we leave.

Our world is a pockmarked beauty,
A strand of light crushed in our wake,
But protecting it should be our duty,
But most won't give and instead take.

The End

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