So far, I fear,
The tender state of our present predicament
Will render misplaced directives
As undue objectives.
Directly responsible for lost time, I
Remove the plastic wrapping from my vantage point.
Revealing the messiness of faux morality.
Steeped in an incomplete philosophy of what life is to be.
To be,
Regal in appearance is no justification.
For when we meet our Maker, our makeup won’t do.
My prayer?
That our true selves remain resolved, outside our
Ability to play pretend.
