Life and -----

Don't like me? Why not? Personified, I am you. I am what you have made of your true potential. There is no way out of your ways - you are bent and thwarted, cunning and inconclusive, frail and fragile. You don't even like me. You like the one you created, but I am not who you intended. The one you created was a dream - was never built to last in this world of decay. Now - we stand on the brink again and you have to decide, will you wake from the dream or continue to sleep amongst the leaves, the dry dead embers caught to burn so quickly when the next spark consumes your naked appearance. A beautiful moment in a seemingly endless reality fixed upon your survival as a cripple, a lost soul begging in the corner for his dues of unearned patronage from a crowd - whispering the guilt you bear like a bag of pennies. This was not what you intended, yet we cling to the earth so tenderly as being the life which has given birth to our first breath. Plucked from the Kingdom of splendor, our home was once amongst a field of flowers. We were unharvested and unarmed, for there was none other to fear then the hurt itself we brought manifest into flesh. Now a field of concrete stands in our place, and we know not who we are. Kindled flame, burning so bright, we consumed our nature once and one again we will be the one in the future to resist and the one to persist the coming of death, as swift and secure as life itself. We are the cure and the cancer, living and ----.