The Ground Beneath Our Feet

Deceit's bitter taste lingers like burial rice cooked in familiar space The sharp edge of betrayal cuts deep from within, a wound that never heals Innocence fades like pencil marks erased as life's indelible script unfolds The ground beneath our feet will be our roof a somber truth we cannot escape Loyalty's test lies in water's gentle flow yet fish are cooked in their own element Love's not abandoned, but use and utility's might leaves hearts worn, fragile, and worn RIP, a wish that time could reverse return if possible, a longing to mend The future's uncertainty weighs heavy yet we may not even be part of the story A father's love, a guiding light extinguished leaves children lost, with memories to cling The wolf's shadow looms, but it's the shepherd's hand that often deals the fatal blow Tears fall silent, hidden behind masks as life's harsh realities leave their mark Table manners taught, a lesson in restraint a mother's wisdom, a life-long refrain Goodness begets not entitlement's claim the world owes none kindness, nor does it proclaim Blind faith casts aside its trusted guide when sight is gained, the crutch is left behind Family's forest, dense and seemingly tight conceals separation's jagged edges Play along, the charade we've all agreed yet actions have consequences, seeds sown Prepare your children for life's uncertain road don't predetermine their path, let them find their way.