Out of Focus

a long awaited sun sits in view where waves wash away the worries of the world left behind ruins beneath scars cut from the elixir of life where we levitate where destruction demands of time trapped in trails of temptation we breed temptation in temporary states of mind but we don't mind whether we win, we lose, or we die unfocused caught up in the focus of awkwardness in another's faultless eye “What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.” – Richard Bach