The Afterglow in god

Our smiles burn in the afterglow of life, a trick that was taught and sent down through generations.
Cry it out then breath no doubt for the leaves will again change color
They land near feet that will crush them when they dry -
Turned to dust under the impossibly heavy burden that we all carry out of fear,
Never once did it occur to shed dead weight and walk lighter in the glow of our creator, the chance of forgetting and becoming mundane becomes greater,
So we add to it with hate and lies to once again become the same person without acknowledging each other out of fear,
The fear of being seen for who we truly are without our masks of limited time
and our clothes that help others form opinions without knowing our name, Our brand is presented in a recognizable package that we know too well
We spend paychecks to sell others our importance yet hell comes for free.
Bought and sold at a young enough age to not know freedoms that we deny ourselves and each other every day -
The forgotten times, the store bought promises with smiles are facades but were on sale and too good to pass up,
It only costs us our sanity to behave in predictable ways and to stay inside borders For the fear of being vulnerable is such that we numb ourselves and starve without true emotions that bring humility and empathy. Instead, the outside package is there to answer the questions that we are too busy to even ask.
Disengage and the gap grows bigger, and bigger until we’re too out of touch and too far to call - from an unknown number.