dust off our eager shoes –

step into the arena of ego.

impatiently aware of how we look in the mirror of our suppose.

with disregard for others want,

we impose our need-to-be.

consideration –

program from the pageant of youth –

crumpled,

thrown out the window.

how quickly we become –

undone;

companion to indifference.

no compromise.

no regret.

determined to win the race –

regardless the casualties.

and even now –

with sunset inviting darkness,

we light one more candle.

no time for rest.

insatiable –

our appetite for admiration.

just one more round of applause.

one more like –

clicked on sad page of immaterial.

and recklessly –

with impetuous abandon –

we (without knowing) write epitaphs of discontent –

chiseled in stone (alone).

our un-intention –

our demise.

and from this dreamless sleep,

no waking…

and just about now,

while the stars shine and the moon is slightly less than full,

we wage wars against ourselves.

in this moment, instead of holding hands, we throw sparks –

rekindle flames –

ignite with fear the fires of discontent.

what will it accomplish?

this war of indifference?

if in the end –

when the smoke finally clears –

we find all we’ve conquered –

is good; all that remains –

draped in darkness –

sad shroud of victory worn by kings without crowns –

left only to reign over the grave of morality.

and so it goes…

and just about now,

we boast and brag of conquests made in the name of jurisprudence –

encroach upon the boundaries of right and wrong –

yet fail to comprehend the majesty of benevolence.

and just about – now –

while making plans to ostracize God from our concept of creation –

we fail to realize the structure of our once great society is falling down –

thin walls of faith,

collapsing in upon themselves,

weakened –

by the senseless acts –

inhumanity of man –

and just about now –

the reality of our demise is heard –

not in the roar of mighty storms –

but subtle as the exit of day –

more personal than a whisper of consolation,

from the very lips of death…

(and now i lay me down to sleep ,

i pray the Lord,

my soul…)