We live in the frailest of structures
we dwell in the darkest of dens
uncertain why we’re born to suffer
allured by the lie of the lens,
the fault of our fear is a schism
dividing the heart from the soul,
expecting the next cataclysm
relinquishes needed control—
it’s all about dealing with pressure
stability comes at a price
which no one can truthfully measure
without first defying the dice.
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expecting the next cataclysm
relinquishes needed control
Well now, there's food for thought...
Hi Jinksy, just some random thoughts, thanks for stopping by.
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