Is this all the dreams talked about?
Will the steps get smoother?
All that I see has some hint towards an inevitable
End
I see people once friends, now evil towards each other
With others, little and pure, paying the price
I see some that had made a life together
Suddenly not together
I feel the hands and arms that held close
So long ago now
Slipping away. Their teachings and guidance
Hard to remember but needed.
There is so much out there, in The World
That is anger and madness
Why do we make more with the ones close?
It seems that is the way of things
Take and hurt. To hit back
I am out of anger and hate and I have stepped away from
The edge. The view never what it was sold as.
Now it is an embrace of what is inside
Acknowledge strengths and passions
Things could have been better
Lives could have been easier
Days could have been sweeter
But this is life. It never was meant to be a pass.
I couldn’t ask for more.
Step smooth with me.
