All these bodies of pain

walking around the planet,

seeking, begging for relief.

Does all creation inherently move towards its own destruction?

Do even the skies now carry our crazy weapons of annihilation?

Unanswered questions twirl,

but only I control my internal narrative.

I can tell a different story--

beings of love,

wrapped in bodies of confusion.

Let go of the confusion,

see only the love.

The stars are like burning fire

but they twinkle gently

in my mind's peaceful abode. 

This is my story,

my twilight lullaby.