Metal stairs moving in motion, calves taught to stand upright.
The gentle lean with the downward stare
Lives twisting into despair of life, a life not becoming
not becoming what we thought.
Onward, upward higher.
We, tangled into device, mind busy, heart frozen, guts sore
sore, bleeding, alone.
Alone in the wilderness of thought untamed.
Hidden behind a smoky vizard
Sometimes gleaming, sometimes black, sometimes not there at all.
You. Self. Plain. Magic. Bold. Naked. Raw. Connect. Honest. Create.