…but
a child, mesmerized by promise, skating, leaping, and listening closely: this
tale of excitement, our palms to heaven, despite, our political circumstance:
this soul to life, so vaguely confident, at multiple portals: those long, dark,
scurvy alleys: those trenchant, delicate, even acrimonious delights: existence
doesn’t pause, our realities sing The Gospel, while simplicity seems to banish
life: hereinto, this crevice yearning, to ravish portals, to chance upon
clouds, or even place self in harm’s way: as young creatures, or studying
fevers, this need to exist….
…it
becomes passion, our orientations, while sleeping in sky-dungeons: such desire
to succeed, where existence is watching, so cultured, so civilized, so
appealing: as incredible souls, rushing into society, needing a perfect
outcome: where life challenges, and lights dim, while souls rev to participate:
our parents watching, so snug in our futures, if fortunate, they motivate,
dissipating our doubts: such stress, such backgrounds, and so many fervent
insecurities: where passion drives, our radiant cultures, our morning
espressos….
…as
young participants, life is vigil, with this need to resist: ours seems
indifferent, or forcing full allegiance, while interior existence appears
distressed: our souls at clemencies, our windows wide open, our societal
mirrors seeming a bit harsh: as interlocked realities, passing strangers, while
undercurrents have linked humanity: those undulations, our common struggles, or
better, our human experiences: as lives our guts, frantic about goals, while
dissecting surmountable uneasiness: but reality is shifting, our souls are
hungry, while sudden upon a glitch….
…this
interior antenna, those mental cabinets, or something alive in genetics: this
living force, this active participant, or this stigmatic overseer: our dreams
challenged, our survival intentional, our days wrestling mind-monsters: as
reading our fabrics, as nibbling fiber, where familiarity becomes a challenge:
but souls are flying, listening to softer existence, a wife, a husband,
careers, and over a palm of kids: as looking closely, those fairer hurtles,
running a risk of becoming despondent: such rich perception, such detailed
analyses, and so warm to probabilities: our futuristic slingshots, our adult
mentalities, where existence becomes humility….
…we
nigh convergence, needing freedoms, while freedom is at large: this miracle
fugitive, this momentary visitor, or something felt more than seen: our deep
reverence, our mental confidant, as hearts sing something incredible: this
designating reality, this choice in religion, while advocates side with
orientation: our passionate feelings, those stressed readings, while listening
to religiosity in our medias: such fervent citizens, such authentic souls,
while many are forwarding the best they have: this reality offer, those
colorful options, where deep analyses makes a beneficial decision: our minds
tussling, our facts limited, where humans enter into another dimension: settled
in experience, or settled in observation, while something compelling has taken form:
our concepts whispering, our belief system intuitive, where love becomes life….
…we
touch variance, we struggle with probability, our contours becoming similar: at
something crucial, this life decision, where opting out is a given lose: we
need spirit, we desire ultimate
wisdom, we work, dedicated to religious mantras: we chance our souls, leaping
in stillness, fevered by something unbelievable: this privy, this
accessibility, this island, or this place of sane thoughts: as children
blossom, into something universal, we become the spirit we worship….
