We see the world with the language we are given
Tell a child that the overgrown is a road of stone
Stumbling, I flutter like a moth misinformed about a flame.
Addiction to antipathy and repugnance to respect
In similarity, astounding me as we fumble universally
forthright towards neglect.
No excuse!
We avoid the call to arms in the eleventh hour
procrastinating for no other reason than to teach ourselves
to tell time in a digital age.