This is prima-facie, as offered to those who strive to overturn what seems not to be a fair game. This life we engage, caught between two factors trying to find the balance. What is and what isn’t will never truly be evident, as all becomes only a pattern of some design.
Optimism was all encoded
Fate was the notion presented
It seemed crafted like a treen artifact
In all its beauty there’s no denial it was art
The consequence of nature
When nothing is seen as weakness or strength to nurture
An unavoidable demise with a glaring gaze
The destruction was art, as all was set ablaze
This moment took several lifetimes to create
The next may determine if this lifetime is great
Actions may prove the way for the next generation of ingrates
This decision has been made since the beginning, the present is late.
