While we stood in line, the visions we imagine,
continue on their way, uninterrupted,
cold to the touch in manner of sensitive good.
Shelter the soul of the hurt and desperate ideal
in the order of humanity’s mortality
we could find distraction to be our nemesis.
Witness the truth of the vulnerable soulful man,
while life clicks on in pace,
we haven’t discovered a solution to death.
In family there is the escalation of delightful
peace, the respect of inevitable time,
that which decides our strength to survive.
Yet still we do sit in wait, in helpless purgatory,
knowing that there is that reality,
that certain choice we haven’t any clarity.
Beyond the notion of the here and now,
there is a peace, we must embrace with love.