Those moments of godliness when the world stands still and all things have meaning

That time stretched to encompass all things in there order seemingly just then to make

Sense of the madness that was before

And in the skip of a heartbeat normality rushes in bringing back the chaos of today and forgotten

Is the notion that all things were and are making sense

And still we are here coping looking forward to what it is that tomorrow may bring trying to forget that which we know to be true

For the truth reveals only our captivity and the knowledge that we willingly allowed this to be

I look away with the despair of one who has condemned another to the misery of remembrance

And I feel the cries of those falling into an awakening