The farther from the fear overcome the more it diminishes in fortitude becoming a belittling lesson to the untried.
The further the source of blame escapes to time the more it expands to associate its hate.
The worst gathers shade around us blocking the best like an eclipse
But it exists in a projected collection of cans and it comes with warnings to fix
As long as the solve sutures the wound instead of blanketing the better.
We once were inspired by a fresh perspective,
Looking up from the tunnel of our elders’ experience to invent alternatives that later displaced the established.
We snuggled into the comfort of the better we created,
Until below bucked to upset it, scattered our work as useless relics.
We followed those possessions mingled with our parents’ affects with newfound respect.
What you wish for would never come true
due to the transformation that time makes in the distance between achievements.
