The Bigger Picture

One Man’s dream To climb the heights of his Material self, but in the end find the meaning of life so baffling years spent in establishing oneself for the greater part of life, yet when he reaches a point of savoring his deeds, he finds his future lies in his past. Time smiles quietly unseen, To present him with a question Yearning for an answer, How many In the world know that he ever existed? This dismal existence of which he is a prisoner. Or perhaps, How will he be remembered? He knows his possessions will be divided Among his sons, and his whole life will be locked in An insignificant portrait, He knows he is a mere slave to Death. Yet he struggles for this meaningless existence Such is the attraction, such is the bondage Some divert to take the curved path, It is Those that make the difference, in a good or a bad way, because they do something worthwhile in what the Time has provided them. The sad fact is the lump-sum of the Individuals take the Straight and linear path to form the class of mediocrities And it is the mediocrities that define a civilization.