Assimilating Into The Hour Glass – Day 61, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Past,
Present,
Future,
How does it all work?
How do they all intertwine?
The wounds interwoven with a stitch received in each phase of time.
If you ask me,
We’re all grains of sand,
Within an hour glass,
Being squeezed through the middle of what lies,
Between a top and bottom assimilating into what the other was when the script of our life,
Is flipped in our attempt to retry…
And retry…
And retry…

Moving forward until we get it right is a must!
But,
Can you do so without what scorned you several years,
Or,
Few ago?
Can you do so without a vision in your mind painted at the end of a tunnel most imbue in gold,
Before ever reaching what matters most?
Their true home…

“Who know?”
Is the incorrect question to ask when the answer is in front of you.
Those,
Moments where you’re basking in darkness with a frontal view,
Of another crude soul with the intent to lug a few,
Into a grave.
Should be enough of a reason to get on your knees and pray…

But,
That isn’t what most of us do,
Do we?
Choosing destruction because of our dewy eyes when staring into the ghost we won’t face.
Screaming innocence with every blow we throw laced,
With malevolence in what we roll,
Hazing our canvas with pain,
God desires to alleviate…

I sigh and digress,
While I lie in my bed,
With a truth I refuse to hide in my head.
How we’re at fault for every sin we display for a check…
Or attention…
In a realm of reality that is destined,
To end when,
We douse it in fire from our pupils,
As we blink in exhaustion over our choice to find a loophole,
For,…
The sins most won’t take account for as lose hope,
For…
A future everyone hurting can smile inside of,
Regardless of our past in our present silence…