between cowardice and bravery
the decision of every man and woman
just outside of recognition
where mistakes are not considered
flinging rose petals and ropes
to the pirates on the other side
jaw dropping feats of impossibility
and a relatively pleasing peace of soul
throughout history we soldier on
facing gloomy days and winning most
the insignificant create nothing
like a user reading atlas shrugged
lines in the sand drawn for nothing
just a puppet in another game
dust collects on the books and pictures
microscopic shreds of life fully lived
imperfections covered up by the millions
one brush at a time
theories and settings and character traits
all coming to an end and leaving illumination
just outside of recognition
where the sane people dwell
