Dawn & Dusk

We all start with a white sheet
An unblemished start
We smile to ourselves
As we cradle it in our arms

But we compromise
Ignore our ideals
Get covered in red paint
Our sheets, we fail to shield

The inspector shakes his head
At our pathetic, sodden mess
We had one job
To bring this sheet without blemish

The inspector winds up
About to give the first blow
You cower down in fear
You know no mercy will be shown

But out of the corner of your eye
There stands a Man
With a pile of white sheets
In His outstretched hands

Your heart skips a beat
A lump catches in your throat
He is holding one out to you
To trade for your own