like men to money

its expected

held steadfast through
the night,
however contemplated
in every season and
bright weather.

ignorance and egoism,
the reluctant change,
for change looks so weak,
unlike steadfast decisions.

Nothing is permanent,
not even our 'right' answers,
why then do we make flawed laws?
trusting corruption and culture,
influenced by mere men who
do not understand any more?

word manipulation,
from an 'intellectual' point of view,
for a 'greater' good,
which changes to suit the time frame.
reliance on the superficial presentation
to control and take over,
fake belief because of fear of venturing,
or is it real because you don't possess your own view,
to cross a one way street and
get knocked down from the other side.

a simple repetition
does not define humanity,
does not define us
just because we are habitual beings.
a numbness we feel that is all so frequent,
yet, should we harden our hearts
over a common hurt?
but we are just human,
an excuse given so often
without actually thinking any further.
so why do we go back to those
who hurt us when its going to be
undoubtfully repeated?
who else can understand, take in,
accept, forgive, heal and soften the hardened
but our Father.
that was not a question,
it was a statement.

'destiny does not exist,
only choices.'