We have been put to the test,
To join the rest,
Or perhaps we’ve been told
This is all been done in jest.
When I wake in the morning,
I cannot help the foreboding
Nature of time
As applied to our now reckoning.
In search of a satisfying laughter,
The sort of chuckle after
Bad dreams rest upon the rafter.
While outside the world a rattled
Aftermath of reality driven mettled
Will suffice until the grief has settled.
“Go about your business” we’ll hear
In the near future someone we hold dear
Will lose the battle
And rather than argue we’ll remember fear.
We have dynamics, shape makers, a seer release
All might, content, the forbidden dream is peace.