In retrospect,
apathy was the only way to cope
with what was intolerable, beyond the limit.
When energy in every fiber of nerves were spent
while the machine kept on churning,
there was nowhere to turn for help,
and the fire before our eyes kept flickering,
so I knew I had to hold the line with all I had.
After all that has happened,
somehow I live yet another day to tell the tale.
This scratch of apathy is a reminder of the past
and a fragment of the reason why I need to reach my goal.
5.18.2025
Ralph with Coffee 