Reality's Time Zones Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is stranded in a time zone of reality,
forcing itself to fit individual molds.
Shaping minds intuitively, striving for
something more than what it's been dealt.
Nothing is possible unless visible for
most people, as they tear apart their
spaces in time with strife, trials and
mistakes.
Ever erring on edges of earth as they toil
from dawn to dusk, emptying themselves in
between of free will.
As others grab for it's position, falling
on their faces with dejection, humiliation
and strident misdirection.
Nothing happens in life unless it's a
reaction to something or someone else.
Figurative dioramas are piled haphazardly
onto one another, never making sense of
life's inherent rhythms of nature and it's
place in our environment.