Is it time?

Is the time at hand?

Between fear, terror, war, famine,

Within the buzzing lines of reality,

What is left for us to withstand?

Parallel reality, truth burdened with human complexity,

Ascertain, discertain, overcome, as preordained -

Are we the puppets or the hands?

Do we die to live or live to die;

What’s the purpose to this life, this crazy ride?

Do we kill because we fail

To see the beauty deep inside?

How do we open eyes shadowed with despair?

Can we help each other care?