So it goes

reality is a slow burn intervention

decades pose as advocates

personal experience is

as under review

habits as contentions

reveal the hidden agendas

we are all marionettes

to unresolved issues

labored and lingering with wires

crossed yet touching

now is as a stew

simmering the past

served tepid

there is a high-in-the-sky

not really in frame

we all live on the slope side

of an eventual up-in-smoke

all vulnerable

to the third person victim mystique

there is more soul ash

as fall out then acknowledged

can a species be all lives

lived in vain?

when is a heart as a thug

only a throb?

innocence as this

could never exist

as an answer

and so it goes . . .