We stand unsheltered
As the clock ticks away the minutes
Time is short
in the scarred and lonely places of pain
We do not reason
Here; an amplified sense of all that ails the spirit dwells
As the shadows of all our days grow longer
Will we rejoice?
Or have regret for wasting each sincere second of truth
As if authenticity were a blinding light to obscure our vision
We turn away from reason
All men live in an altered state…each truth is a different
Our seconds shaped by those that came before us
Eternal bliss or damnation?
The simple choice becomes impossible for some…
To live free of angst or to walk the paths of a happier existence…
Twisted perceptions the bane of existence, distorted lenses that shape the way we view the world and those around us.
We’ve arrived to a different future
Unable to escape our pasts.
Wisdom is earned; a crown of thorns
Some refuse to wear it
Because their pain is too great