Why do we hurt so much when we are at our highest moments of triumph?
Is it because we seek validation from extensions of memory
Do we question what path we are constructing?
If so then how do we bounce back from moments of extreme rage?
We neglect to realize human bodies are so fragile and delicate
The identity of corruption lives in all of us
Many don’t comprehend that anger is a poison which will eat away at the body
The crimson fury of human corruption can’t be locked away
It will only fester and boil over the longevity of semblance
Fear lies dormant in our souls
Passion ignites when the shadows take hold of the persona
We endure a beautiful lie
Only to realize the world is a tapestry were all part of
Weaved together by the connection of heart, and purpose
However, we can only see the rigid corners and muddy colors
Representing the flaws of being human
We can only witness and perceive a mere glimpse of perfection
Always striving for a better tomorrow
Alas plagued by our present
Forgoing to realize
Potential resides in shadows
Always standing by
Awaiting for the signal to line the pieces up
Only then clarity will be shown
