Foes...
Lost in the daily algorithmic grind, Each deserve a singularity answered or dreading naught question of purpose, Bruising all who surround; Still remain unmoving, Congruence in a selfish soft interpretation of honesty, All is an internal broken agenda; Bluffing the invisible spirit of want and invincible. May the tyrant be besought by the truth of any mirror!
In earnest anticipation of,
Reflections.
