Odds of the humanly impossible.
Circumstances beyond the capacity of the mind.
Situations ready to swallow you whole,
waiting to prey on the weak,
threatening the foundation of your sanity.
Hostile whispers drowning out your conscience,
advising you to walk away,
"leave your troubles behind."
Coaxing you to abandon your morals,
any ethics you followed once before.
Today your life was a beige canvas,
awaiting colorful images, beauty so indescribable.
It desired magnificence, yet you do not fulfill its plea.
Today, your life was an empty page,
awaiting to be filled with words of your wisdom and bliss.
It desired radiance, but you did not fulfill its request.
Qualms of hesitant emotions invade your stomach.
Timid urges longing to cry out against such demands pass through your thoughts,
but easily are forgotten.
Minds race, memories blur,
you're past the point of no return.
Numerous faces question your reason,
but you've learned to use the 'edit' tactic in your feelings quite well.
