Crave

Unseeded beginnings a keen embrace, versions and newborns and hurt, My ignorance, an endless stream of words and wondrous replays, yet no trace of grace... They paint the fading images and craft the sinking dunes for those who trust This life raises contrast highs, Our version of fault derives from the very seedly sources Yesterday's view of humanly worth resides where none can reach in our remodeled beliefs in praise, We call it life... or in pain, fate... None of these words can change our state... only us, in keeping with our lives' enduring and diminishing beliefs... That trust is but a minute, belief resides in seconds, and faith... only beyond the state we currently crave.