We are the audience of a passing world,
the under stage of observing,
an indifference to do what’s right
at the cost of singled out.
The wounds we endure, touched off by
salt water opinions and acts of hate,
burn to the core, fostering impatience
and anger. Repetitious stories attempt
To swallow us within the caves of
their thoughts, forcing an upstream swim,
gaining strength as the masses jump in.
Change is the curse of stubbornness. We
hold fast regardless of untruths, unwilling
to alter our path until the road abruptly
ends with the truth, pointing to a new