Tears

           

Tattoos below eyes

Dead dreams and foes,

The struggle of meaning,

The slowly fading glow.

The slow boot tread,

Footsteps in the muck,

Keep moving on,

Be strong don’t give up.

Defeat comes easy,

Success comes hard.

More likely,

Is nothing,

meaningless canard.

The point is its own,

A dot in the expanse,

Just keep trudging on,

And fight through the trance.

Don’t give up just keep moving,

Life takes care of its own,

From birth to struggle to death,

Seed to life to grown.

The end is natural,

It’s bleak

It’s grand,

The truth is the truth,

The plan is the plan.