floating up as if time endlessly grants favor to its subjects
with a trickling down as if the ground forgivingly sooths one to a halt
wishing to escape it all as if one lost in a sports game
for was it fair? what a misfired question
was it worth it? now that is reason enough to build strength from the sting of the past
why do it any of it at all, is or was there a point, or shall my mark of actions be thy ‘point’
so may it just be…. and be it is