Wisdom speaks of shades of grey,
It is why we never feel ok.
Trust,
I know we’ll meet again someday.
We’ll watch a sunset,
Waiting for tomorrow’s play.
Freedom speaks of Love and War.
She keeps us here, wanting more.
Beauty simply holds the door,
Questioning Life unlike before.
Fear is never afraid of herself,
Sharpening knives before she forgives and forgets.
Preditors never quit their quest,
Only with Tragedy do their Instincts rest.