Where We Are

Where We Are

When we’re young we see the future

When we’re older we see the picture

Imagination or reality machination

Choose between what can be or surrender sanctification

Along come cacophonies, mind deafening ideologies

Persuasive monologues from pithy demagogues

Barely able to breach their thrown obstacles

Don’t mind the scars for they’re beauty on pedestals

So we live in our suffering silence alone

Life’s mockery as if we permanently atone

For the future we held so bright

For the picture we saw and held so tight

Our lives are invisible to each other

We only see a snapshot at times without bother

Suffering or happiness is invisible and looks the same

No balance but only extremes and no one sees our names