Encounters varying.
Enter the shades of character, the endless exchange.
The extended conditioning, heart and soul, destiny's child, confused.
That voice is silenced, which once
Spoke eloquently for self.
The intangibles that are feared;
That inward dread of purpose,
A scene played by actors, set in roles,
Following patterns.
The threat that imprisons; no logic,
Finally remains.
There are many images; fleeting, reduced
By the passage of time.
The sweetness of the past remains; they
Become tears of the present. Finally, fear lies quietly, it too,
Blends in the flow of life.
To wander in this wilderness; chasing
The seductive muse.
Forever is just a word; merely, you see,
A measure of time.
History's script is fixed; implacable,
It must be played to the end.