We are taught

We are taught In this life To keep breathing To continue with moving motion Of our hands correlating with our feet parading helplessly through the streets of wherever it is we call home. I had a home within myself Somewhere in Time I changed the front door lock threw away the key Protection for myself The lone Wolf A very exhausting existence I wonder how you still exist, how recklessly you try to fight this world battling the systematic notion for the life you desire to live. you don’t have to be alone, you also don’t have to hold so much pride You are a solider of this life but I will tell you that there was never any war. I wonder how I still exist, how carelessly I danced, obvious to direction searching lawlessly for security in every place except for myself. I am not alone I am a nightingale, singing in this dark night but my songs are only in my head in these early morning hours. We have destroyed ourselves and we must humbly observe what you and I have left, to carefully reconstruct a more fortified place to call home.