When once we try, we seem to always want to …
In the grip of our mentor’s eye we flail
veritable while the moment at hand,
suddenly turns reactive, perhaps passive.
I’m tired these days I would certain say why
if anyone were to ask, yet the shadows
remain rampant reeling ideals,
settled by a common thread of decency.
To cause the curtain to fall on a prophecy
one might suggest a travesty of the kind
whose scrutiny become the laughing tide
welcomes the opportunity to wonder aloud.
When faced by a fear to recognize truth
we would certain fall upon ground scathed.