晨 曦

The revolution started, and it failed.

All that is once solid has melted into the air, yet the flesh remains.

Memories may fade as they might, but lives have forever been changed.

Yes, 

that was then, and this is now.

Life has always been a progressive progress, of which, being, is becoming.

I gaze into the looking glass, as if it were a calling;

that I shall always take the road less traveled by,

for this is how we, ourselves, come to realize our very selves.

Hey, 

is it not.