New life
Muddy is the lace which binds the shoe quickly into the sands of the poorly considered. Wasting while patience falls victim to the cure. Seemingly a disappearing version of reality slips away like a candle across a vast distance. Snuffed out by all the promise of broken. Hold tightly the ropes that bind, for they fall apart and off if your grasp fools away from the protection. Rope turned chain after issues compound into the never forward and beyond. Hopeless clinging to a notion which has been shown to be lacking for outcomes. Trickiest of emotions when crushed by one's own boot. For the apple leaves the tree in the most pleasant of ways, when it believes that seeds must grow to blossom into new flowers and fields. Soaking into that insanity of plunging deeply into the effects of a stranger. The comfort of the distorted promise begets the faith which usually fails already causes lost. Tread for the lightlyness of those lofty goals, and shed the skin where those chains anchor. Becoming is not an effortless or blind act. Change cannot begin itself, as the wind would simply blow from a different direction. Learning to face the elements of this cross turned penance of a life we should have less ordinary. Why that faith leads to a dreadfully disappointing ordeal of partner without a played part, becomes beyond reason’s sense. I quibble with the clouds to greater affect I fear.