Edge Of All That Is Known

9.

An Interlude.

Here we go again,
I'm back.

Apologies for my absence,
my Grace was absent and life didn't make sense,
but that's in the past tense,
I'm back, repented and finding God's bless.

Tough times, behind and ahead,
I'm headstrong, fearless, far from the worries of the world.

Enter my void,
plunge deep into the depths of my abyss.

Filled with the memories of what once was, and no longer is, fun times, celebrated in bliss.

I reminisce the fantastic feeling of the vibe, the flow of fools fooled by the crude illusion of freedom.

The slavery that is reality, always catching up to me, is Inescapable.
No matter my strength nor wit,
this Despicable force of nature overwhelms me.

But Mother Nature is a gentle beast, a kind monster, a predictable enigma--
riddled with loopholes and anomalies, and passageways to the land of the wealthy.

But wealth is no more than a state of mind, and poverty is no less than a circumstance of nature.
We are all wealthy and poor, in one way or another,
For we are all children of God
And God favors no-one.