Understanding cannot be grasped
the yellow word that slips through
faceless minds
as silent as
sunlight in trees
what is allowed to freely fade into
the night of humanity
and hide in the judgemental quiet
alone.
forgetting is easier than true comprehension
and the act of leaving behind
preserves proverbial vanity
without the acceptance of fault
and without allowing for oddities
ones inner visage is maintained
and left unscarred and unscathed
by the sharp edge
of hardened perspective