I've sat back here a while..

And thought of children and parents,
habitual thinking,
and conditioned humanity.

A child born in the midst of hell, not knowing they were already given a second chance. Adapting to a mother named Fear and a father made out of lies. Babies full of hope, and opportunity, and chance. Chances. Who mean something, and want to. But don't know how.

A thought on rewind and repeat for years at a time, taking a new wheel only when the other spits white noise and mumbled jumbled sounds blurring into time. A record of insanity made rational and trendy.

A bound man on a hill, with hands together in his lap and his feet twined beside each other. He stands up and falls, he stands up again, he doesn't know of his bindings because he doesn't know he's blind. He stands up to stand up, and moves his foot a centimeter. Testing the water he doesn't wade through. He shuffles his feet, miserable, but moving. A sick, sick side of humanity opinionated.

A walk takes time, it takes stride. A shuffle is a poor, insecure excuse. Spoken with a clouded mind, spoken with unsure truth.
We may only shuffle, we may only sneeze with our eyes closed. But any smart man holds a knife in his pocket, and the thought to bite it with his teeth.

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[Chris]

Well said!