Universal Constants

To be human in a world of madness
To remember that we are of sameness
Freedom of a road not taken
Prods me along to show you to awaken
Countless fields to sow and reap
And yet all I see of them makes me weep
To be an animal in a world of cruelty
To remember that the universe lacks subtlety
In chaos and hostilities portrayed
In the end laying in front of a fire, flayed
Forgotten pieces of consciousness, damning
Likened to a dead man walking
To be beyond the fleeting nature of life
To remember that like a tree bereft of strife
Calm and swaying in the wind, unperturbed
Yet ever so often, hewn and disfigured
Passing on the rings of your core to the living
Not unlike a dead man walking
Ever so often questioned on life
Cyclical never ending
The imaginary and the real
The more things change
The more they stay the same
That in essence the very nature of life
A principle of the flesh, sinews and atoms
Of You, complete, once perceived