The very world

Eyes open to discomfort mostly or often
Time will groom our thoughts somehow
The stinging and invasive light begins to soften
Up willing up not, must and will now

Some move rapid, rabid, lathered
Some move precisely the pace to be
Some meet or have met and gathered
Some leave or can not stay, where is there, can they see

Rest the weary after long movements shown
Time has forgotten and will not listen
No set end of these plans, now grown
Shade of night and spring blooms glisten

In the den of the demanded hours
Basking in the glow of earned remittance splurge
Some in darkness, and some while sun showers
Laid to rest from due or deed, for only continuance we surge

Look upon the very world as perfect be any craft
Earning the good, while the bad earns too with jeer
If regrets longings unfulfilled, sink a less than sturdy raft
Accept the bad and good for truth, whispered through the noise of fear