A symptom of our time

The stains on the carpet, and cracks in the sidewalk speak louder than any words.
There has to be more to life than distant memories and running.
Or maybe not.
Either way, clarity is always welcome.
Clarity is the drawn line.
It's the map which is handed to the lost Sailor,
or desert wanderer.
It's a choice (believe it or not).

It had to be said, for those of you who aren't familiar with the term 'Straight Edge'.
Not for health, well, not for me anyway.
For clarity.
For choice.

Born to die?
Born to live?

Does it matter?

Cheers



© Luke Daniel