Where are the heroes of old?
Are we still under the spell from adopting the lies we were sold?
At what point do we bend at the knees and fold?
Will healing come through being told that we were right;
or is there still a need to fight, wielding our words as knives used to split the wheat from the chaff?
How much longer must we wear this mask of pretense and deny the realities of tragedies, sorrows, hardships, and the sea of disbelief that dwell within?
When will it be the time to adopt the elements that comprise the realm of real and acknowledge and allow ourselves to truly feel?
Do we still have time to deny what’s real in exchange for the comfort derived from sharing in our collective fantasies?
At what point will the wellspring within burst forth demanding our attention and requiring the cohesive and full functioning of all our specific capacities?