Maybe no one is truly aware
As much as we aim to be.
Living, growing, transformation,
Post-stagnation apathy.
A step forward is learned
As all mistakes are lessons.
Lack of use atrophies
Like love does in depression.
Lost in some quagmire
I’m watching you flail
With the confident notion
I’ve passes where you fail.
It’s pitiful to see,
But each life is its own.
As much as I’ve flailed
Is as much as I’ve known.
But even one step
In your chosen direction
Could lead you astray
In an open-end question.
Answers are elusive,
However much we must learn,
But even a fragment
Of perception is well-earned.
