Today is lost in yesterday.
Can longing change a future
that was cast in doubt?
Doubt about what once was,
in reality, is actually
that which could never be.
We become slaves to our fantasies
in a world that can not accept
truth but revels in it's intent.
Disarray increases as we become
blisters on the soles of they who
cursed us throughout existence.
Beware my friends.
Never acknowledge the butcher
when his pride is insulted.
