I hope you know this all isn’t real.

On the edge of the crescent moon we sit alone…

Legs dangling,

Feeling the heat from shooting stars twinkle before our naked toes.

And still we worry and weap,

With generational scars hung like murals around our shoulders.

But pain is a façade, temporal at best,

It is the guilt we feel from sins both past and present -

And Life… Well it’s merely a Hollywood Blockbuster,

Whether you’ve climbed the tallest peak or drowned in the darkest sea

I hope you understand nothing truly blurs the lines between you and me.

We are yin and yang, both east and west, a small piece of a larger puzzle,

Soon you will realize what matters most in life, right now you are far too young…

Still naïve. Yet I fear when you open your third eye it will be far too late.

As the stairs of Heaven have crumbled and the fires from Hell have ceased to exist.

So worry no longer my sweet, precious, child.

It will all be over soon.

I just hope you know this all isn’t real.