Misplaced

As we all become part of it, it never ceases to end.  There is a great turmoil that bellows from life; from our humanity.  Just as we think we have a grasp on what is real, with it's ridges slipping so delicately, everything comes tumbling down.  A catastrophe built upon decades or disregard for anything greater than ourselves.  Even myself, a victim of such revelation, yet I manage to somehow remain jaded and perhaps even damaged. Only time with its single and purposeful course can speak to what the future holds.