We are born as wet clay.
Eventually molded by an environmental travesty.
For not all surroundings encompass a larger picture
To some, a moral subjugation
An optimistic abysmal presence to shackle others
Morality is to mortality, as the tides are to the ocean
The surreal ecstasy of the voyage to eternity,
falls victim to the very same,
who claim an optimistic chokehold on reality.