short poem i wrote

i just wrote this. i thought of most of it while running, so it may be a bit disjointed. please post comments if you feel like it.--


What is night but the shadow of the earth?
And what is death but a cycle of rebirth?
We try so hard to smother the impressions that we make,
But still feed off one another like ripples in a lake.
Recklessly we ramble on, at life’s inhuman rate.
Not resting in our cruel descent, eluding our true fate.
But pausing in the race to lend an ear to others’ needs
We dam the tide of saving face, and the brutality it breeds.
Among a sea of seeing eyes, where no one seems to hear
Who set out to form the ties, to whom do you feel near?
In floating past we wonder why, no one seems to get the clue
But when the stakes are just that high, what is it to you?