Blinded Grace

Standing by as it goes faster and faster, Keeping in mind the things we need to master. Our character defines, who we will be, Not even close to the person we thought we would see. Keeping a small amount of any grace, Knowing the memory can never be erased. There always seems time to pass the buck, Until the moment, when we run out of luck. People cannot be as blind as they pretend to be, Yet they do not see, all they think they see.........