Impermanence is not painful
When it takes away pain
The isolation that goes with it
Still one is guarded for what may come
Next for travail comes in camouflage
Like viruses that elude immunity
We did not plan for our obsolescence,
For grappling with the present
Took all our time and everything around
Told us our future would be bleak anyway
Brace, brace was all we heard everyday
And we hoped we would survive every storm
Even if the storms were the norm and sunshine
The aberration that we would learn to cope with ----
Freedom seems far away or is it so close
We cannot see it like in a blind spot.
