Monday, December 3, 2012
We sat all aside. We pretended to care.
That is, we cared enough to pretend we care.
We put seconds to rest and stepped out of time,
and maybe shuffled forward a moment or two,
but in the same stature. One might not have noticed
a change at all, as it was universal.
Whispers were frequent, weeping more so;
laughter came like the burst of balloons
after filling them past their maximum.
We saw through the fallen, stepped over corpses
and trudged forward through the battlefield,
motivated by something called "future" or "friend."
Whether or not it came is pending, but
the sunset along the horizon ahead
was painted with colors we had long forgotten.