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…