Those are the moments we blind ourselves

false hopes, strange provocations, shallow odds

when life seems easy

waiting for the shoe to drop

and it does, oh my, does it.

I was walking

no one was really talking

I felt alone

looking

hoping to find a solution

shortcut, newly worn path, easy access

when there it was

a cloud of reality

spoke only of effort and passion and desire

they might call that a deep construct

nothing on the surface

far and away, our lives in the balance…

Shallow odds

always whisked away,

watching the sunrise and set

purposeful, finite

in an ever changing reality!