A Known Fact

In a world subject to judgement we fold at every crease…
We stand well in the eyes of others as we break down piece by piece.

Soiled with confusion as we grow corrupt and old…
A world where all we know is the gusts of wind backed by an unshakeable cold.

Emotions run wild but they don’t run free…
We are taught to believe that we fail unless we fulfill what they see.

Until we play the stroke of the keys to our own hearts chorus…
There is a reason that we as humans pay attention to the things that floor us.

As we let go of the things…
Through accepting lessons through the pain that struggle brings…
There is a reason that happiness is beautiful and eloquently stings.