Becoming, We Come To Know
Lost in the ideal, where is the life-saving rope, tossed to the helpless victim, very much at the hands of it's own demise. Adrift, the way appears endlessly vast and naked in perpetuity.
Gazing at the stars, we blink.
Ahead and behind, momentum carries us along, undisturbed by the throes of our hesitation. Fighting for our life, we succumb to victory and defeat the hidden enemies we have so very carefully created. Enjoying ourselves immensely, we weep with the dreams of futures past.
Becoming, we come to know.