“Cataracts”

“Cataracts”

Wings on an angel soar across the skies

While the horns of the beast attempt to cause a crisis

Various interpretations of what is righteous

Militants target the defenseless innocents

Above the turmoil lies magnificence

Even the hardest egos suffer from impotence

Every brilliance has a ceiling

Fear can’t be allowed in one’s appearance

Living in the moment results in emotions of the purest

Try to fathom if it’s real or pretend

Must defend the control center

The best operator can get into a fender-bender

Wreckage can be reconstructed

One can easily be abducted

But you must read between the lines of obstruction

Try to place emphasis of the true nemesis

Come to realize one’s absolute temperament

Tread the concrete contemplating the abstract
Visualize the light even through the cataracts