What is loved
Always ends
In tears
For the sake of us
Learning
We’re worth it

Through each pain
And collected
Experience
By a sum
Of incredible
Chance

Just knowing
Our moment
Passed
To create
That expanding
Division

At a distance
Hinged
On emotion
Which elicits
Truth
From our hearts

For the turn
Such minds
Can’t grasp
Across decades
Gapped
With decision

Where freedom
Forces
Our nature
As a circumstance
Damaged
By time

To delude
Those emotions
Wished
Were expressions
Bound
For repeating

While believing
Dreams
Of our leisure
Are the answers
Held
Near death

Assuming
One final
Breath
Between hope
And a future
Wasted

Are the lies
We’ve tried
In question
Out of fear
Of truths
Untold

Like a tide
Most souls
Can’t wade
But instead
Fall deep
When choosing

These differences
Called
By religion
As our testament
Written
For man.

– J. Pigno