A Simple Reflection

Prior transgressions transform into present-day aggressions.
All of which conflates an accelerated pace with that of progress in this race.

Interpreted words written in lines and those verbally expressed at the mercy of time distorted by those whose hearts have created worlds where a static existence is something worthy of praise.

Unconscious conditioning takes its toll—we could fold our hand and take whatever earnings we have gained in our short stay, or we could wait and hope that today won’t be the day we metamorphose into ghosts.