Cascade Upward

They fall as if upon broken wings. Is it wrong to reach out for beauty even in a world of perversion? Can anyone find this wonder inside themselves? I think so. Time begins it's crawl downward. If no one were there to lift us up I know nothing would improve. Pulled down against ourselves. As we grasp for a balance without compromise. I am unwilling to move. But so were you. In the big things in the most important things, never will I discuss this. Yet the small feelings hang upon biased judgement. Do beautiful things have to wait for those sullen? If this is so...then I am impatient. Yet like a slap from this fake reality, this twisted fiction, I see the pain raging in their eyes. The gentle twine breaks. So you walk along betraying yourself. Selling your breath to this life's game. However they never were able to buy that heart, beating wildly in your chest. With eyes to the sky you desire to find the color that is not yet. So we will wait. With our arms spread out wide. And our dreams to the fore, longing for something completely undeserved. I will close my heart to the bitter lie that this is reality. It is not... It is not...