A Photo

I need a picture
of this place
I now stand.
A reminder
of the hardships
that this life
demands.
I need that image
to explain to me.
That this isn't how
we
will always
be.
The path can look brighter
if only we show
keen regard
to the things
that we all,
soon,
will know.
Countless inevitables
march through this street
With a greedy shake
that our hands
rush
to meet.
T'were we better in knowledge
or best off in bliss.
'Tis a question
we can only afford
to dismiss.
To look back
is death,
but forward

God's breath...