Life's Fermentation
If life was a busthen the thrust on which it moves would have to be time,which can turn freshly squeezed cashew into wine,simple financial difficulties into crimeand only real things get better with time.because acceptance only ferments into hypocrisywhile autocratic men createdemocratic women who no longer feel,where norms, morals, values are all dreams,now females are highways it seemsas a waste of what is golden is a toll-free ridewhere pride takes life and livewhich gives it the name fatheras time's decisions are final.So humans create cagesbut living in them is called denialso I set the bible ablaze and rotted away from myparents to mature into a bolt of lightning,but it's frightening. Time made me an openingto swallow the illusions of povertyknowing life could only get better with time.