Ever present trappings of the mind,
Impenetrable walls surrounding the heart,
Protect from past wrongs already done,
And from a future wrought with pain.
Standing at the well of sorrows,
Wishing to turn away past, present, future,
But in the purging of the pain,
So goes the little joys you've known.
So what is the answer?
Let old ways rule,
Knowing you cannot find your way,
From what you've done, what you've become?
So what is the hope?
Cling to the now, whatever it may be.
Turn from the past,
And wait for present to read itself in future?
Or is there just being?
Existing the best you can
In the moments life gives you,
Hoping one day pain will fade away.