Through barriers we transit.
In search of love and truth.
In lieu of so-spoken proof.
Existing through one’s eyes.
Seeing the world with untempered lies.
Anguish, and pain;
Not a person relieved of their face.
For it is human, and it is what we know.
And in the knowing.
In the understanding of such rites.
Vengeance in one’s contempt and spite.
Dreams, and dreams alone,
They don’t separate all we know.
Building a picture, an endless mirror.
To places, far, far beyond.
Places outside of the human mind.
Where we might find peace in kind.
And yet, we must work.
Work to reach that hallowed space.
That land where we might finally come to stand.