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Dec 2014
All seems well at first glance
What is hidden beneath may not surprise you
The mellow compromise between life and nature
Leaves me uneasy despite how I appear

Where there is life there is pain
Exiled to the same fate as our enemies slain
A fate where we can run but there is a wall
A barrier barred with hope that there is a greater cause
One to live for, die for, and put everything else before

But where to look?
Where can we find our purpose
Our shield to stand behind
The grail of passion and selflessness in matrimony
A joy that could leave us at peace within
Alas, if we knew what that might be
Then these thoughts never arise

All seems to be well
Our false shroud of security that we depend on
Torn away by the knife of desire and temptation
Cutting deep into our soul
Making us act out beyond our will

We must resist this overwhelming power
But we must never cower from our problems
So buckle up and wrestle them head on
With our honor which keeps us on our feet
And loyalty to ensure we don’t back down

These internal battles leave scars proudly displayed
By our character and our right to be free
Our enemies see the battlefield and are left in dismay
They will be back, as long as greed exists
A man will take another down just to be on top

But for now we take rest
And indulge in the luxuries plundered from the spoils of war
Eventually we pass it on to the next generation
Reaching revelation of what to do is still the ultimate goal
But I fear this cannot be reached by normals means

The mystery of not knowing left onto us
Hope, the strongest element of human soul
Runs rampant with no leash big enough to withhold
And as we grow old the young should know that
Life is not an endless well, rather an untouched sandbox
Alas, all is well
Life is fragile and decided ultimately by you how it's spent. It's decided by you and nobody can tell you what is wrong and what is right. We all end up the same way.
Grant Horst
Written by
Grant Horst  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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   ---, Erenn and Jamie King
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