Countless days passed, under the belt and bridge,
Endless steps walked, across desert and ridge,
Unknowable breaths filled, released into the air,
And all those beats ended, as if never there.
Entwined into a mesh, a poor copy of the past,
Too much of the same held, too different to last.
The creative spirit flamed, to start to accrue,
And burn it all down, and repeat all anew.
Blank slates are etched, with the lines of the pool,
Histories untold, and false truths turned to tool,
The broken minds and bodies, of fathers and mothers,
To carry the fears, and condemn sisters and brothers.
Decisions made, from well flawed mission,
Actions performed, from poor default position,
Accepting the win, and celebrating reception,
Believing the lies, of self-made deception.
A million times and a billion lost to trust,
Weathered and worn, as stones turned to dust,
Forgotten by all, who move toward the stars,
Forever remembered, in the wires that we are.
Be part of the Hive discussion.
And you may be rewarded.
