Hubris always coddles and clouds the soul
Humanity pleads to achieve balance and live carefree
Softer terms achieve a life of significance
We argue and second guess our motives
Instead of accepting the recognition of thought
Life is seen as a prism of achievement
Glass ceilings beg to be broken and shattered from impressionable memories
We all are simply pursuing purpose
Torrents of depression flood our conscience
Thunder bolts of tension disguised as anxiety
Hurricanes of pain and resement fester in the void
Like a Raisin in the sun
Awaiting death while the glorious radiaiton of vitality
Once seen as a presence of fortune is now the antagonist writing our journey’s end
Memories
Friendships
Bonds
Wither and erode away from the consequence of action
Hollowed husks reside where human flesh once stood
Disappear into the musty and docile evening fog
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