Child’s play

Morning and night, suddenly everything is right
Pain and healing spur the moment in feeling and fleeing

We resist influence, calling for independence
We absolve the sins by rationalizing their wins

The story folds us in smaller platitudes that call us heroes
The perspective shifts us apart, sowing us in sheets of woes

It’s child’s play, I tell you
A sacred sanctity that outgrew you

Once an aeon, the moon pulled its weight
For this speck of dust to believe it can shape its fate

So on the way here and there, we go out to say
Everything is controlled and commanded from within this play

From the rising sun, an eyebrow burned
To the pull of your trousers an indiscretion turned

Vileness adores the cries sated in the night
Righteousness preaches its holiness to the fated might

A charade for the ages, imprinted in a timeless burden
Leaving all to thee, a child at play, unable to see

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~