Amend Transcendence by Leah
Is there a way to rise above,
transcend our amends?
We fight and we make up
We lie and try again
We die and leave everything behind
Is it fair?
To be born in a world so horrible
To breathe in this toxic atmosphere
To live out a life so far from our heart’s deceitful desire?
What is a heart’s desire?
And why am I so confused?
Growing up with growing pains
Nothing’s kept when you’re all that remains
Loneliness is a gift
Solitude a whisper
Both abused so sorrowfully amiss
Bound together we are for purpose
We smile and wave our goodbyes with no more than a tremor
Do you care for the ones you love?
Or do you love your enemy’s wealth and loyalty?
Is it true that the truth isn’t subjective?
Subjectively, our amends mend our wounds
But oh, only for the time being
What is life beyond the doors of death,
Transcendence or regress?