Purgatory

One day the same as anyday,

Is the day when things are done because we do,

We cannot precieve the future as well as we can the past,

We also cannot physcally touch time as it does us.

So where does this leave us?

I'm not entirely sure I know the way,

But hopfully one day I do end this unending feeling of rue,

To finally find ourselves and what we stand for to break of our mask,

Because we do not live forever so what we can; we must.