Time is indeed true and fair,
Harrowing doubt leads to despair.
Emotion equates how we feel,
Love is the real ideal.
Existence is a just cause,
Despite of our insurmountable flaws.
Through spoken tongue of different language
This leads fearful anguish.
How many of us are willing to drink the wine of truth?
When did we lose the innocence of youth?
What we believe and we perceive,
Helps us to defraud and deceive.
Why is war always a just cause?
Why do the greedy reply because, because, because.
As I saunter through my muddled mind,
Time allegedly helps me to define,
The reason of our being,
Why our soul is all conquering and forever seeing.
Why does the sun still shine?
Unconcerned with the bleak news headlines!
Why are the wicked inspired by the dark?
Are we all branded with this trademark?
There is still time to turn from this path,
Where we may miss brooding vengeful wrath.
As I briefly stop for some respite,
I ponder over my own musing.
The picture I paint is from a black unstable canvas.
Up close and personal,
Face to face,
Here I stand before you,
Unable to maintain lifes pace.
Are we so arrogant these days that we think we can outwit death?
Alas WE ALL FALL with our last breath.

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