No matter

No matter how good we are

We cannot stop bad things happening

If only we could

Find a way

To be bullet proof

But living life means

That at times we are going to be hurt

And sometimes its

Never just a flesh wound

But one that goes down

So very deep inside

You don’t believe you will

Ever bear

Open tender flesh

To ache or trust again

And yet

What is it that we make of all of this

With our minds

That if only we did nor didn’t do

This or that

We would have been

Safe from harm

It’s all illusion

And every allusion

Or extrapolation we make

Down endless corridors

Of questioning

Is bound to end

In dust

In distingeration

Of the lie

We ever had control