a heart of stone can be worn and weary
the birth of another can turn one’s heart cold
the edges of yesterday’s tears
run down the face
to bare witness to the unknown
what will tomorrow bring?
will we remember this day in years to come?
a heart of stone feels nothing
but the press of the outside world closing in
tomorrow is another day
and one may pray
to have the answers to these questions and more
but be warned
as you have learned before
that the fates
or powers that be
or gods and goddesses
whatever, whoever you need to call them
have a mission all their own
one cannot know the future
by the events that take place today
one can only roll with the punches
hope not to let the world
see the bruises
that lie beneath the layers
of the masks held over you
for sanity is within the eye of the beholder
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