Sep 9, 2022

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.