Pretenses down, forging ahead seems the only viable move.
To lie with another when strife is afoot may not be commendable
But to lie with another when trust is extended
Quite a different taste
Sleep is not for the weak
When faced with secrets and the flow of substance
Into the world, unprotected.
Rip the pages from the past, but do not paste them over now
They fly in the wind of forward movement and can be lost
Restraint gathers momentum and becomes the norm
Allowing the boundaries to be pushed
But not broken.
There is a line.