Lose Our Way

It felt like the days melted together,
like the way the fire burned through people’s lives.
Like broken hearts forced to connect,
bonded by the will to survive.

Dizzy, I leave a week that felt like a month.
I question why we are surrounded by luck when others are crushed by despair.

The air so thick, it makes it hard to breathe.
A night darkened by evil makes it hard to see.

Where can we even go from here?
What’s the point of moving on?
Some questions never find their answers
no matter how much time moves along.

A clock is a funny way to tell time because it’s always the same.
But sometimes time moves slow, turning hours into days.
Sometimes time moves fast, reminding us not to lose our way.