Conditions

Conditions

When the turn occurs you feel the cooling wind

For the temperature of life does become a fever

So your mind rushes and reaction gushes

At that point you think failure and hatred

Are you laughing within because you’ve known that din?

It jolts for it shows our vanities when we forget how thin is skin

Realizing vulnerabilities allows recognition of frailties

For when the temperature’s low, illusion is invulnerability

Humanity’s remarkable but also deadly

We know mortality is the end reality

I know and we have belief to assist faith

This complex blue marble, wreckage strewn our disgrace

No, we’re not our keepers, but morality is conscience

For we know we’re not chance and flinch at denial

Then rationality is goodness and to help others makes us smile

And yet, there’s that streak that makes us reach fever pitch