Life Remote

Life Remote

Stuck in a cycle of days that seem full of thorns
Each previous mishap pales at the next
As if they are challenged to worsen mercilessly
Every thorn leaves a scar, shredded in deep

A life remote
to stop the thorns
Capable of making them disintegrate 
A life remote
allowing you to go back and reverse
A life remote right in front of you

All those days 
could be re-written, revised, updated, accomplished.

But the remote sits watching
untouched
because if it were picked up, 
the thorns would disappear

but the thorn’s untold truth?
The scars aren’t chipping aimlessly.
They are carefully carving; shaping

A life remote watches 
untouched