Cascade

In this bizarre universe of chaotic paths and incoherent ways,
looking so close to the end of days.
Grinding and hustling for those pockets to be deep,
wearing blinkers of ignorance letting it go before you  are ready to reap.
This madness is scintillating in its own,
pushing us steadily to anarchy and the unknown.
To exist yonder this illicit times of blue,
we must be perfect , walk in the other persons shoes.
Perfect in our own way and perfect beyond the arms of the clock,
unscathed by sticks and stones , for we cannot let our legacy blot.
Walk in fearless, in the face of colossal storms,
bash on regardless like Custor at bighorn.
Battered and bruised we shall walk out more resolute than ever before,
we are a society of warriors and priests , that is the only choice that matters the most.
Is this just another dart in the dark,
or are we trying to look at the world in black and white when actually it  is colourful and stark?
Embrace your reality and back it up with all your heart,
like they say , don’t think too much , it was all planned from the start.