Constancy

Old friend, guidance I ask not. for you bargain the purest of minds, compelling vulnerable souls to live in falsity, exposing innocent truths to deliberately planned circumstances. Creating alternate existence that overtly corrupts actuality. Avoiding what is now and confining the yet to be in oblivion. Putting gaps of possibility in meager chances, seething in the depths of in between. Pleading to reach out and interpose permanent changes and finality, emerging as the brutally faceted future.

Is it just to believe in something that changes in an instant? Is it right to lose your way from what is expected? Is it enough for one to believe in another to live? Is it too much to be eager at one thing and long for another? Hard as it is to be desirous of everything at the same time, I struggle to maintain balance in life and accept things as they are. Still, I'm looking forward to a perpetually balanced future.