The human process

Empty words fill our bellies while words of substance line our trash cans, all while we wait for benevolence to transcend. Racing through life trying to make our ends before the end. Watching light bend around time as a ribbon to a pole, patience will wait to see what beauty is to be told, as anxiety will be untangled as the future unfolds. One can do all but make clear the confusion and delusion brought all on by fear. This exstinguishes hope as depression comes near, and sadness its companion since it’s the beginning of tears. Spanning the length of a circle learning from mistakes ones mood can return to a smirk to.