Shadows...

Like shadows
Passing on a screen
We live our lives
Then leave the scene,
A bit of stardust
With a soul
We search for roots
And seek a goal,
Look for some gain
And in the end
It's all is in vain,
A mortal coil
Of changing dimensions,
We invent gods
To give us pretensions,
To stave off the darkness,
Surmount the fear
Of nothingness,
This shadow of death
Which always seems near...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz