We will never be perfect
but to stop trying
is neglect to the point of failure.
For what is progress
a gentle bow and it's measured
a past lay sleeping speak to never transgress.
A mountain with uncountable steps
rock to face
adaptable place
a thorn left a trace.
To eradicate every form of evil and war
is man's destiny.
Yet our emotions seek mutiny.
To gather earthly rights for all life kind
a timeless journey is never enough to be kind.
A priceless river counts these who fall
footprints past legacy call.
Progress is always the presentation to all life
regardless of the storm yet to come
without effort, liars to future generations
Invisible eyes future plantations.
We might be biological creations
a turntable found in stations.
Yet emotionally we have not yet found the moon
struggle to see beyond.
Dreams of hope
hanging by a rope.
An on going play
a search for equity
still, man yet an unfinished
sculpture.