The Error of the  “ID” of ED…

Blind sympathy leads to naught,

Beyond the grave on iniquity,

Lie the power of stealth,

For one who acquires wealth, gains ignorance,

And all aspirations, though realized, are squelched…

In Acid of futility,

Why wander to seek?

Does one know what he searches for?

Deep conviction or no, he does not know,

All profit falls short of the goal,

Since little realization of goal is evident…

Dogged footsteps lead only to adversity,

Heartless & Groaning,

Hence the feeling of guilt,

Endless nights of torture,

Greedy for god knows what,

Destroy the will to exist and,

The destructive brain is nurtured…

Weaned on poverty, yet richness has its share,

Those who look for Elysium discover roads of delay & quick satisfaction,

Shunted to the depths of despair,

They find no youth or prosperity,

Without great and unforeseen sacrifice,

No matter, they fear not success & its tribulations…

No sight or hearing is complete, without central receiving,

Nor is there an idol to pray to for such favor,

The tubes are busy, shuttling back and forth,

Eventually dispelling those objects that float abandoned,

Pushed up on the sands of time & retrieved at a later hour…

New trials are constant,

Who holds the key to “all”?

Who buys the fortune?

Who tricks the fates?

Who orders the process?

              WHO?

            © ed – 2/28/04