When we grow strong in speaking the truth that no one wants to hear, the world as we know it changes quickly.
Family become acquaintances. They’ve blood between us—nothing more.
Friends become fossils—unchanging history.
Foes become fortuitous—they’re proof we fight for something.
Strangers become gods—new springs of beauty.
Past selves become fiction—only our true selves matter now.
Tomorrow we learn again—we’ll never stop.
Someday we’ll be tired—but not tomorrow, and never soon.
Truth will soon prevail—and at our hands.