Lost in time—
Clock is still ticking.
Yet, we are out of time.
We withstand
with what's pending
Striving to circle up
the never-ending
Trauma, exhaustion.
Healing and love
All arrives in a single moment.
In this living—life of a suburb.
Pretense to pretend
Command to commend.
From err to amend
Reversing the flashbacks
Still stepping forward.
A soul trying to find its identity
By way of rhyme.
We find peace in chaos.
We now live on the edge—
We revel in the borderline.