See them and imagine the future,
an ominous purple haze of opportunity,
for it is the chaos of our lives,
allows change to overcome the static.
Seek a society of forgiveness,
the travels of pain sometime hidden,
yet the exposure to the elements
often a truly ominous test resilient.
When washed ashore in crude oil,
stains did seem to be eternal,
with each soaking, the mind,
nearly gave up on finding shelter.
It is in the addict’s eye
the storm will always remain,
it depends only upon a realization
that life contains sweet horizons.
We would only give attention
to the happiness we dwell upon,
a city scape, an ocean view,
a soft breeze in a given milieu.
The deep and threatening wall
of circumstance that will prevail
is only Nature’s manner of suggestion
we all would know to typically fall.