Polarized Spirits

A silhouette through the window to the left

Defined in it’s strength and edges

A beauty wrapped within the guise bought

How often can you gaze through a future of painted crystals and rubber insoles

Before you are unable to journey back through the night

Roads traveled and torn apart by the truth we left behind

Spikes in the road, strips of rubber coating the sides

Dirt and blood flowing down the mountain tops

Built by the handful of protectors who claim an ownership of our lives

Looking through that glass shines back the truth of your surroundings

Anger, hatred, and an inability to love that which defines you

Intentionality keeps us focused on the reflection in the glass

There is no future when you are blinded by the repercussions of those above

Polarized futures to protect against that which cannot be controlled