Time is only a peace keeper. Left to babysit the helpless. It leaves us in handcuffs wrestling with priorities for the sane-less. We fold our hands and twiddle our thumbs hoping for silence which never comes. We are broken in the shadows of a downtrodden land and we are never affixed to see what it is that holds us to the ground. I reach for something so far in the distance, it's as if I'm a toddler grasping for vision. I don't walk without stumbling and I promise you I'm not perfect. But how in this world are we supposed to live with purpose?