is not a survival instinct
but a human construct
supported by the almighty strength of self-deceit.
As if the doors of right and wrong
we pass through
willingly or unwillingly
are marked and therefore define us.
From birth to death
we fall through the deep well of injustice
deeper and darker
if only to reach the surface
as if that is far enough.
A lifeline
we wait
and wait, get distracted,
forget and wait some more.
Disembodied from heartache
and human suffering,
the loss of who we are
while we are perpetually becoming.