An Inquiry on Life to the Maker:

Broken cores litter the plane.
Things that once were,
But will never be again.
Time has eroded their ambition.
Love has stained their sanguinity.
Why is it the way of the world
That beings must withstand such strife?

A wish beyond all others emerges from the ashes
The phoenix that proves to be equally exclusive
Ecstasy where love is requited and time endless
It is an unparalleled warmth of concord!

The Maker’s Response to Adolescence:

Time is not the punisher, but the educator
Broken cores mend with titanium
Cherishing each breath
Realizing how many we have.

Perfection is to be averted
Completed souls have no purpose
Strife makes us strive
Always reaching for entirety
Letting it be just beyond our fingertips

So outlines man
A series of hardships
Pressed by time
Shaped by love