Comments about Laura Roughton
We live our lives in the most mundane ways,
Like cattle we flock to the field,
Reaping the rewards of our labours.
Time speeds past, without notice, without care,
Little thought, little attention.
Like pigs we roll in our sins of greed and pleasures,
Tasting the forbidden fruit with due care.
Endless days and sleepless nights,
We become prey to the cattle,
For without them,
Who are we?