All Is Possible
By: Devin Cade

Time...Is what it takes
to achieve. 
The things hated of the loved.
Or blind eyes to judge. 
Or believe.

Words...So many words.
Spoken loudly, or quietly
for man’s secret to keep.
Words that drive mobs to kill.
"Words Imperial"
as when saints weep.

Give...Give with all of you,
to everything you can exact.
And forgo the searching sun
as upon peoples graves,
for that is not life’s retract.
Their "time" is not done.

We...We few, 
endeavor a science, an art.
A random act of being.
Self granted and self yielding.
It enables us a way...
of seeing.

If...We can grant every thought its evolve.
And equally commit to its return; 
we can weaken its resolve.
And ease our own burn.