Reality robs your soul of purity 

rendering suchs quandaries as:
 
do you follow their speed limits? 
do you dream your dream or just keep on? 
chicken or salmon for din din? 
 
I’m not fortunate enough.
I recognize I was wrong time
and wrong place 
and
maybe I never should have been. 
 
I bet your mom loved you. 
I bet your extended family shares holidays. 
I bet you all share the same language 
and continent. 
I bet you didn’t consider railing pills to stop the hurt 
or
forget the ugliness for sparse minutes.