This Is The Best We Can Do.

You know the feeling. It's a vacancy. Or something more like fait accompli. Let's just stare down into the abyss of the future. While veering off the road. This is what you work for. This was carefully thought out. Just the next generation's set of failures. Or tolerance through clinched teeth. Why not go for it? This is the best we can do.

We hang ourselves on a set of ideals. The rope is a chain and a line of communication. The chair is mighty wobbly. And the beams in the ceiling might not hold up. The black heat of the night stifles. And when the shock wears off. What's left are spots black and blind. Marks breaking lines of time. Marks breaking strides. This is the best we can do.