Life.

What is not done is not accepted. The morality is what pushed us. Time lost. Life lost in all instances. What endeavor required the ability to cross that last mile. In all the wisdom of the world, we walk alone. We avoid, break, and retreat to that faraway thought. In the end there is nothing, not truth or wisdom not even our own soul. Does it come with freedom? Or is it an oblivion that can't even be called that because you can't call anything, anything? We will have the capacity for nothing. Not annihilation or even space. Why build a foundation for it to eventually be buried and forgotten? Why love for it to end in heartbreak? And why remember for it all to be lost with time? Who can say better alive than dead? And who can say better right than left? We say goodness never fails, but it does. It's taken for granted and has a label of expectation. We cannot live the lives we imagined. because reality steps in. life and death step in. All your answers just don't seem like answers anymore. All your realizations seem like a false display of emotions. What you knew.. you didn't. What you didn't.. you did. You thought truth could exist. You thought clarity could heal. And that time would mend the pieces back together. But innocence fades. Our eyes are opened to a fire blazing right before us. Burning and spiraling out of control. So we are made to cope. To look past what's right in front us. To overlook what tiny amount of truth we had. It all ends. There is no finality like death..