Can we be saved?; a poem

       I reminisce about all the risks

       We would take for young sake.

        Oh yes, I remember who we were

       Before Reality so rudely knocked, and we remembered that all our doors were unlocked.

     It was truly and intrusion on our illusion.

  The question remains: are we still sane?

   Can we be saved once our hearts have caved ?

   And our souls wonder as our feet blunder

   into the dark and bitter before we can consider

  that we were wrong all along.