Sipping, gulping, ingesting, resting?
Does the cycle change?
Laces tied, legs move, is it stationary or are you heading from Florence to Rimini?
Medals around necks, accolades cheered as bodys push, they cramp, strain and have not entertained since italy became this years tour location.
Priorities set, goals made, dreams turned into tangible moments, time aside, is this really what you want?
Failures inevitable, hardships sail in the night, fog horns pierce your ears at the diamond sparkles as she pushes the pram.
Her cry silent, her laugh encompassing, captain cook would be proud as her small hands, her soft feet for the concrete jungle, the melting ice caps, the ever growing weight has not hardened, calloused and cut them.
Palms, skin, aesthetic, we all start, soft, malleable, and squishy.
Is it the weights we lift or of the world that hardens us?
Is it the pain, the wisdom and knowledge that has our hearts sadden, or shoulders dip? For the joy of an owl is all encompassing, the smile in a newborn's eyes, pure and innocent.
Memories of joy and tints with hints of petals, thorns prick fingers and Aurora sleeps, angels surround us, their warmth envelops us, its coverage beyond the eyes capacity and the protestors onto another cause they deem to cause harm, as 6g develops they erase a 5 and recycle reuse, and await an opportunity to abuse those progressing humanity.
Back to basics? caveman diets, less chemicals, damage caused through cancers blooming from progressive foods, cans, packaging, zero waste enlarges, corporations use marketing to divert.
As the GPS takes us back, the timing of suffering, of segregation, large noses, grandparents murdered, large croatian Heritage known yet nose jobs a common commodity on my fathers side.
Pick n mix or pick n choose? With knowledge wisdom is our true downfall.
With knowledge of the damage, yet money the drive the tyres turn, the wheel steers and the streams of fresh water transforms into cans sold as inflation rises, our morals become unseen, for life is a balance and how do we keep the truth from causing humanity the view of looking up leando de caprio depicts?
A child's innocence is all we have, once the skin hardens the body is ready to walk, to lift, to carry.
What do you bench? Where do you walk? What ethics does your body tell if your mouth was silent?
