Whatever things I think

Are fluff along the way

Born on winds like seeds

To live another day…

sometimes I wonder IF

The world had never changed

Would life be all there is

In battles gone astray

No better words are able

No lines of hope more just

In looking on this world

And say you can’t! but then you must …

so where do I implore you?

How do I break through?

It’s better to be a thinker

Better to stir the stew

Than have every care and worry

About what others think of you!




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