I desperately want to make sure there is separation

Between the good

And the bad

 

I don’t want to be blinded by one for the other

 

I want distinction, divergence

Between the past

And the future

 

Definition is the only way through it

 

We’re getting there

Him so much slower than me

As usual

 

It hurts

It aches

But the good awaits

On the other end