© Steve Gray 2026
The world, pockets of goodness, raw areas of brutality. Fall down, suffer, stand back and live in the ease, with guilt and angst. The hurt could go on until your cold dark ending, that could be sooner rather than later.
People fold, then cave in,
The hurt is driven by many factors, fear, obligation, guilt,
Your ethics took a battering,
Your comprehension of what took place is rattled by opinion and facts, neither of which seem to make any sense.
You stand still, watching the clouds ease by, they don’t have the pain, they don’t have the traumatic stress, they just float by.
Then there’s the notional concept of you looking at you, wondering, pondering and exploring.
You stand back, you let the ‘things of life’ wash over you,
Then in that moment you realise, there’s not much you can do,
Your world has been transfigured by oppositional forces you simply can’t control, let alone comprehend.
Is there an end? Was there a beginning? So what happens next… You choose.
