Timing for a minute or an hour;
a matter of moments, a matter of power.

Can you imagine if it wasn’t like this?
A struggle to survive and exist.
A constant battle between want and need,
between what you have and what you see.

For just a moment you find peace,
a place to rest your weary head.
For just a moment you are released,
but then you wake up dead.

Fragile, in a constant state of panic;
but that is not the point.
The point is that the world is beautiful,
but that you have to see beauty in the tragic.