I move less by chance

I move less by chance

Than by design

In parallel to the action

With a veneer of separation intact

Ever the observer

Never the participant

Those days long gone

Consigned to the past

When there was momentary

Involvement in the progression

Toward completion

I am unfinished

Much as I might have tried

To come to a conclusion

There are no easy answers

Much of life is hidden

The trick is to find comfort

In the vastness of not knowing.

Nothing lasts forever

Cities grow from bad seed

Consumed by greed

Are destroyed by random acts

Of violence

Even as conservation gathers pace

So much of value is classified

As disposable

Even in disguise

Sophistication by degree

Wealth creation by decree.

There is a cultural shift

An inter-continental drift

Cities in the same country differ

Their identities defined by centuries

Of refinement

They wear trousers and shoes

In Melbourne

Not so much on the Sunshine Coast

Each of them proud to be Aussie

Both, better by far than the other,

Internal divisions

Fuel a tribal need to protect

What is really important

Boys in the hood

Family and blood

Spilt so easily every day

In the name of love

Country and brotherhood.