Reality Of The Immediate

The story must be told, truth can be scripted.  It is best that way.  Going along, determining, deciding, knowing the ending.

Confidently coy, beaming like neon in the night.  These steps and hours.  These miles and days.

These final years.  The reflectuons of the past, the reality of the immediate, the race to the future.  Pace it out, immerse, connect with the temperatures, brave the winds.

For the good of others.  Let them live too, how they want.  Wherever they go, whatever they do, whenever they choose.

The picture is crystal, the colors are striking and bold.  This is more than a hint, denial is idiocy, wished upon the last star.  That armour don't shine, it's dented and used.