White Roses

We live while we can,
we love while we can,
and we are free while we can,
but the disease of ignorance controls each living soul,
and creates the belief in the absence of conscience and courtesy.
We as humans have a tendency to negotiate with destiny,
and to fight what has already been written for us.
To enjoy the life we are given is to accept our past,
and change for the future,
but what if we are unable to accept the past,
what is to become of our future?
Everything that was familiar becomes unfamiliar,
what was light is now hidden in the dark,
if we lose all sense of compassion,
and the world becomes a vast, unfriendly and unforgiving place.
No hero can save us from our own perspective on life,
and no magician can make the hurt,
and loneliness in our hearts disappear.
Sometimes there are no words,
no clever quotes to sum up what's happened during the day.
Sometimes you do everything right,
but you still feel like you've failed
if you hold your breath, and become suspended
in a sheer state of existence,
you won't be able to separate dreams from reality.

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