Contemplating actions Stories

When is there a day for sweet sadness? Where; a road for that lonely journey? Locked behind that window pane of caged glass A prison of our own devising that we label A ‘living’… That such living is a myth, A lie we tell ourselves to make the tedium of it bearable, We question not because it has become a necessity The accepted evil in a society that has lost the penchant for Celebration of the simple things – the good thi...