Existing consciously. Falling helplessly. Attempting to understand. On a stage so grand.
A pinpoint in time. What can we hope to find? A speck in space. Decisions made in haste.
Why feel, touch, and imagine. Which is more real the sensation or the dragon? Can we trust our senses? And the input that is relentless.
Seeing is not believing. Understanding not knowing. It’s up to us to decide. Forever we can not hide.
They say every problem has a solution. Th9se thoughts are steeped in dissolution. This puzzle I am faced. Left only with disgrace.
By whom will I be told? To go forth and be bold. All the while this weight hangs heavy. Not allowing me–I’m not ready.
I must wait and pay the price. It’s not a matter of wrong–It’s a matter of right. This puzzle with just one piece. We all confront the Beast.