On Written Truths

A tablet worthy of words.

Designs dear to my soul 

Reaching into my psyche.

I could find many routes

To tease a taunted truth.

We’re all so protective

Of our own personal path.

We were wandering in space

When the moon took precedent.

Out there is an adventure,

Leaves us on land humbled.

It’s our penchant for greed,

Lays our bodies in peril.

The war is our albatross,

While we will find our words.