The digital age,
a fingertip connection,
and hearts miles apart.

The noble demon
carrying his honor
among God’s liars.

You seem familiar,
but I can’t remember where
I’ve seen you before.

The day is filled with
the hustle and bustle of
just what, exactly?

When was it, perhaps,
that my comfortable things
became my prison?

The handsome captain:
his uniform freshly pressed,
the blood scrubbed away.

I don’t know the way,
but I won’t let that stop me
from even trying.

My heart is steady,
everything where it should be,
just as it should be.

Our days feel endless,
but our time is limited,
so make each day count.

Two opposing souls who
cannot see the common way
are destined to fail.