Life goes on at a maddening pace.
Background noise has erased your face
Brittle words break into shards.
Chance was cut with all the cards.
Time is fragile on the ledge.
Memories block with paper shreds.
End is up to someone else.
Shrinking violet tightens belts.
Believe in what from here to there?
Grasp a glimpse of midnight air.
For out about they say no more.
Trap yourself behind the door.
Fear and I, we had the dance.
My life is up to God by chance.
Reward is in the last achieved.
Open doors leave skin relieved.
But when they open up again
will we be new or back to when?
Has this taught a thing or two?
Or will the selfish be the glue?
Stick together in or out.
Earth has given a fragile shout.
Even if my time has come
I will grasp the moon, the stars, and sun.