Nothing is certain, not anymore.
Time seems endless and yet rapid.
It is the uncertainty that drives the best of us.
The drama and fear keeps the race going.
For fear will force its way into a fragile mind.
It will confound and crack it.
The uncertainty will eventually overrun.
Nothing is clear, not ever.
Stains in glass cloud what's behind the surface.
The shining light does nothing to unveil the hidden.
Shadows and doubt are all that are truly visible.
The light just covers up the truth.
For if there was never any light.
All would be certain.
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