Too Late

I hold you

As darkness holds you

Suffocating and tight endless

Darker days will always be your path now

Sun with its trueness

Round and fiery

Means nothing to men who

Conjure up tricks from the dirt

And call their rudimentary practice enlightened

Let us leave them now

And not partake in chaos’ mindless musical chairs

Hear!  The music plays faster

Build a tomorrow as fast as they tear it down

See through the holes of oppressive fabric to the light beyond and hope as you’ve never hoped before:

It is not too late

It is never too late