To be, to be, that poor weakness, to be. Starting each day anew seeking to be, but starting with deficits. And so, being only harshly. Farther down that road will they travel until being is defined by the detestable. To be devoid of fear or never to be at all.
Living in the light of burdens astride the great heavy dull. Wherein masks diverged from faces plant themselves in history's embrace. And sing-song nature's revel in the deep and wide of the world; it spewing fodder for men of the fullest persuasion. Light me amid these dark moments that I might know fear and, in so doing, feel the pain of finitude that is every person's fate to feel.