In All Frankness

Frankly the hardest part of following this path is not being able to see through the trees
As the winds keep blowing and pelting me with hail I can't see two feet ahead
Its not that hard to understand the complications of freezing yourself to death
When the world keeps beating you into submissive dismissive attitudes
Clawing on your hands and knees as you've moved on toward the destination
Granted that you are going down, face planting into the pavement
Tomorrow will bring the sunshine,
Today only brings the miseries, letting on the tears and terrifying trends,
Dependence that we put on our sandal-ed feet,
Strapped tight but we are moving on our skinned and scarred knees,
The bruises pushing on our points of pain,
That will not allow us to breathe.
Frankly the easiest part of following this path is not being able to see through the trees.