i suppose –
each span of time should be held with equal consideration.
what authority –
do we own –
allows discrimination of day,
of hour,
even moment of life?
at what point do we realize the blessing,
rather than lament the supposition of – (perceived) oppression?
birds fly and we envy their freedom.
the sun shines and we contemplate the suggestion of clouds.
we fill ourselves –
involuntarily –
with living,
yet commiserate with the eventuality of our demise.
indifference –
we wear,
as if it were our shield.
unaware.
ignorant of the possibility –
the only war –
waged willingly upon the plain of our inconsideration…
standing too close to the edge 