skimming

Slapped senseless like a deer in rut
Unbeknownst of my true goal
Anything to do, I must do
So hard this coarse world
This pillar we stand tall under
Barring ourselves from escape
By endorsing our façade
As a life run wild with pride
A pride of silent love
An envy of every one with ideals and morals
A vulgar yawn of stench and misery is left behind
By years of uncaring for body parts
Left rotted in the infinite plane of the soul