Spun

So fragile the balance in all of our lives.
No matter the road, it leads to demise.
Our passion sustains us.
At least for today.
I try to suppress them; these thoughts of remorse.
How spun we have become; so far from our course.
We struggle to understand the reason we’re here.
With no proper guidance no wonder there’s fear.
Then passion betrays!
At least for today.