I tried to save a drowning world just one person or many more in response I found myself holding tight to a slack rope consider why this might be the cause for rampant suffering victims sent to their fates while the waters drew them in
dissonance will rule the day when cognitive is sent astray denying all that conflicts with beliefs held close to heart contradictions are the norm up is down while left is right as the discomfort indicates worse may come if truth is met
embarrassment follows next declaring error cannot pass for losing face is tantamount to deepest shame one can endure in for the penny says the proud a pound to follow no matter what to see the end at any price if pride is bruised by facts at hand
information is not enough when stubbornness is job one drawing lines that can’t be crossed without offending ego’s charge by the bane of firm belief buttressed by aplomb’s deceit the afflicted will turn away descending deep to liquid graves.
A friend posted the comment "What good is a hero complex when you can't save the people you care about the most?". I replied with "Some people don't want to be saved. Some people cannot be saved. Some people have a destiny that combines both these ideas". These thoughts lead to my writing “Liquid Graves”.