Touching on a nerve

Life never stops for death
Its just a hiccup in the main stream of ongoing events
An event, pertinent only to the, sphere of influence
Individuals are touched, affected and memories are ‘set’

Life is a brief window that opens you up to the macro
We have a microscopic perspective of the big picture
A single dot in that collage of confusing conflicting emotions
Everything is anything but ‘the plain truth!

I move seamlessly between my sub personalities
Facets of me taking centre stage
Creating, my attempt to produce meaning to life
I am the centre of my own personal storm, the “eye”

Un-ravelling my own fears and desires
Delving deeply, I seek to justify my curiosity
Sometimes ‘I fake it’ as the disillusioned sceptic
But at my core I see Jesus or Mohammed and all the others
As, giants of thought who are just as befuddled as I

The weak and the strong, the rich and the poor
The war is so long, black and white, yellow and red
What have we done?
Life is this brief window, the only time we have

We prove it all the time, we all bleed red
We all love our children, our families and friends
Our commonality is universal and undeniable
But we hate!