Reflections: White Scorpion

So precious is the life we take for granted,

in the living of it as well as in our dying;

holding onto what we have, never appreciating,

yet we taunt

we tease,

we testify and rant;

we attempt to control while
remaining ourselves to be uncontrollable;
we know only when it is gone,
but still rationalize its effects until
one day,
completely alone we are on both sides
of our mind and soul;
we speculate but never wonder why,
never even
dreaming of a why for our justification;
it is all so foolishly precious
as our behaviors ignore the obvious.

September 20, 2012