Decadence

by: Pen Tempest

We strive to be untouchable,

Yet we need to be touched;

We never realize what we have,

and what we want is never clutched;

Over and again do we make our mistakes,

unfortunately our life is the toll that it takes;

Yet still for our decisions do we show no remorse,

because bold was our attempt at changing fates' course;

Ruefully we as humans cannot understand,

That our purpose in life is to abide higher demand;

This balance of relations still relentlessly shoved,

Thus proves that true hate comes from those you once loved;

Though once we had hope when our faith was sheer,

We have come to ignore something to cheer;

To one thing do we owe a life so purposeful,

Such a being -pay you mind- is not always so merciful;

So on day of judgement when our defiance is great,

We dare not question of what bestowed us our fate.