The world walks and the land changes,
what’s true and what’s false is perspective,
Time and Time Again,
there in no right answer,
there is no wrong answer,
best I can do is try what I have.

I’ve witnessed the harshest of this earth,
I’ve felt the warmth of the world,
the world gives and the earth takes,
the best and worst is what we give and take,
I’m the worst of myself,
the best from another’s eyes,
I see and know my flaws,
they see and know my achievements.

My eyes criticize my reflection,
Their eyes cherish my sacrifice,
My heart aches in vain,
Their heart aches understanding,
knowing the flawed design of sacrifice.
No one wants to die or choose who dies.

The impasse is hard as stone,
Sturdier than life yet crumbles at death.
Bliss is the Light,
Dark is the Suffering.
Light offers the comfort of not knowing.
Dark gifts the pain of never being able to know.

I’m sitting here writing this,
believing my effort is vain,
all the while understanding the tradition of sacrifice.
The pain I show read as pity of my life.
Empathizing with the lives connected to mine.
Are they not worth knowing I am gone?
Are the ones that my breath lives through okay to darkness?
Or are they going to be blessed with the Light?
Are their efforts to my life vain,
just part of the sacrifice at the end of the day?

I understand.
Treading in Grey.
We are are blessed with pain and cursed with bliss.
I don’t want to feel pain,
I understand the pain,
I cherished bliss,
I can’t understand bliss after I’ve felt pain.
You can’t help someone when you don’t understand.
What is a sacrifice without empathy and conviction?

The blood spilled is often the lie of power and peace,
Blood may weigh more than water,
blood cannot run without the water,
the water we bleed are bonds forged.
The blood that runs are bonds broken.
What makes life is the bonds we make, not the blood we spill.

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