The other day
I was quite stable
in my typical way
happy really to be able
to laugh away a crime
well not a real illegal
happening on my dime
some crisis left me less regal.
We all wish to often feel happy
it’s really fun to be out of control
wallowing and acting just snappy
No fear, rounding out a roll
in the hay of some distant wasteland
playing heartily with our happiness
no time to check back on tossed sand
there’s only love and kindness.
Until one day someone else decides
their filled with agenda driven rage
we begin to feel our gradual slide
this happens then while we age
I asked God on a clear night without a cloud
and suddenly dusk became my only shroud
What Crosses My Mind 
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