There is no evil in the world
Beyond that within man
The spirit creation and destruction
Often named to give form to the formless
To protect the fragile ego, perhaps?
I have always believed that the nature of man
Violent
Beautiful
Incomplete
We are a lost and lonely species
Always searching, but never really knowing for what
Perhaps this means every discovery
Has been nothing more than a footnote
Of a journey
Of which there is no end
People’s endless journey, fruitlessly searching for meaning. Very good depiction of the futility. I sense that you have a poet’s soul. Thank you!