Distored Beings

We live our lives to excess,
Running around creating mess.

A moment to stop and think,
As the sun on the horizon our eyes blink.
It’s pure and comforting,
Signalling our intentions to which there’s no hiding.

And we’ll travel home,
Sometimes alone,
Often with our friends,
To greet one another after travels to our journeys end.

We’ll laugh and rejoice,
That we once made the choice,
To live our lives to excess,
And marvel at the beautiful mess.