There is a time in space from which my past I trace-
And try and place my hate
on just a moment- I own it, its mine and I control it
rewind and fast forward, pause it on the good parts for remembrance
and reminisce
except it’s a pestilence on whats left of it, ravaging calm into frenzy
and believers into skeptics
engorged passion pleads for action acting on rage we seek satisfaction only to realize
we are cause
and reaction
affect the cause directly and cause effect to react steady only if
eyes are open and minds are ready
I fear that doubt trumps hope
Hopefully hope doubts doubt as much as I doubt that it does