Soothing sounds of future memories Pictures painted in the glory of pain The beauty found in such ethereal places Is especially so in the desperation Emerging from watching the truth Of the other side of elation Never absorbing the joy in the mundane Finding it exceptional Only when threatened by the violence of truth Truth is a reminder of fragility in all things Manifesting itself in the clear consciousness Of the possibility of pure anguish The very thought of the mundane being temporary Of thatΒ Β routine being ripped apart Shredded in terrifying facts of probability Need vs want is a privilege The truth is evil The only freedom that can ever exist is truth Faced with the amputation of what was once meaningless Transforms the mundane to profound There will always be loss There will always be an opportunity to be reborn Perception is reality Mood is a choice Absolute truth is a fallen angel Yet it remains something for which to strive Life in retrospect is not living Biding time between bouts of honesty Treading stagnant water Fulfillment does not dwell in the in-between Satisfaction is not born of boredom The world that surrounds each life Is only what that life has built in its down time For there can be both joy and pain in all things Both apathy and interest in each new view Emotions are a powerful thing, as is logic Yet if they never marry, there can only be lived a half-life Peace is born in the unity of all that we are