B – Birth

Bound to the day to day of career and a comfort laden life

I run at top speed, Friday night to Sunday, with blurs of what’s real between.

Rather a mournful existence, unreal and lacking the glory of sustained truth.

There is a deep need, a primal longing, to see the future’s fresh gleam

Highlighted in the eyes of the of the next generation; in birth, certainty and escape.

September 16, 2018