Escaping Vanity

The only man on the island The most loved and hated Still arguing with the man in the sky Ocean in all directions Reflections at every turn  Fated against the possibilities of open sea Time becomes a blur Manifesting salvation beyond the horizon Straying into deep waters where land is out of sight Gambling mortality against rotting from the inside ​The journey is worth the risk .

  A life lived on the schedule of others. Service is the bulk of my existence. Routine with gradience; continuously inheriting fresh tasks. What becomes less for another is a little extra responsibility I'll need to reserve space to complete.  Tithes disguised as gifts for a Savior. A burdensome reception under the cover of love. Once frivolous pieces of discussion turn to wicked convictions. Maintaining this imbalance is now more vital than ever to the serenity of the distributor.  An evolution of bittersweet division. Straining any relationship with the slack of a lighter workload. An equation that removes the comfortable breathing room from an older time. Sharing of old provided the foot stool to maneuver. Visibly absent with the modern mix; strangulatory servitude.  Frustrating discussions lead to a stalemate of debate. Injustice through the vested passage of duty. An inequality worth fighting to maintain. Making short work of the tired opponent. An easi...