MORT.

mort
never present in thoughts
always rolling along

not in circles
nor in triangles
with no direction yet to be caught

mort
yet with knowledge of what shall come
and what is always carrying us along

no intimacy
nor charity
just a chariot abandoned

mort
lost in future's thoughts
livid obituaries to read from

mort
some less important then others
same direction in different shapes
so when will you realize
what you carry on?