Evo

The evolution of man, drop of tear into sand, a mirror of man, silver and sand, crossing the boundary where every word matters, where every speech pattern can light up ideas like a lantern, in the dark dim lit street I venture, swear to myself I would enter, walk the path of the dark shadow, to enter the light we face the darkness in the night, we battle with our inner self, the violins weep, smell the ginger steeped, wisdom waits this evening, like a wanderer, lost in the information valley, vices eroding our street alleys, forgotten canals clogged with materials, the only ism is materialism, detachment without losing compassion, attachment without regrets, words turn to reality, a page turned, a stage earned, tide turns, the next generation waits