And to think it all started with a simple
Crevice, a gap in the pavement, calm and
Quiet, yet we have learned that
The small things matter most.
Such simple things lie and depend upon
The absence of hope in a despairing scene.
But that's what makes us human, is it not?
A wise person once said that you shouldn't
Blame yourself for the inevitable, like a
Hurricane placing the guilt on the wrecked town.
I hold my broken morals to that, for I have tumbled
Down the slope of forgiveness, and I'm afraid I
Didn't get up at the bottom, coward as I am.