You prepared for it
But you are never ready for it
You asked for it
But you never want an answer for it
You wanted it so badly
But when it came, you couldn’t recognize it
How feeble are we to dance in this game
Playing nonstop with no goal or aim
Except that which makes us suffer and squeal
In the name of desire, we kneel
For one day, the preparation becomes a prison
And the answer is no better lesson
So we prepare till no end
And ask for a day beyond the bend
Fending for ideals that kill us whole
For names that break us in every role
The suffering persists
In the vast mist
Not because it’s painful
But because it can’t be but resentful
To the notion that it shouldn’t suffer
To the ideals that claim to be the muscle
That protects us from tomorrow’s loss
That saves us from yesterday’s toss
Ruffling is the night
In its shapeless might
Bringing us to a day
That preparation asks to stay
And we answer with no sound
For ready has been stolen and is now found
You prepared for it
But you are never ready for it
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
Preparing…the never ending. BTW - really liked the visual…you created with AI, or…?