Thrust Awake
Adolescence lost to blindsided reality, stripped of innocence
Left holding the dregs of a life, of a dreamscape shredded
Ripped and broken, scarred and renewed, vicariously incarnate
Living life thankfully, purposefully touching lives. Remembering
Always the pain of loss and despair, spreading joy, the ultimate cause.
Truth, and by truth alone, no placating sentiments, no bullshit,
No bullshit, no bullshit. Truth.
Hitchhiker 