I was told everyone carries the same anxiety,
I walked into the room and asked the man boldly,
can you tell me what it is they fear so assuredly,
he said, that’s not the issue, the point is variety.
~
I’ve always wondered about the man in the suit,
the woman groomed with a svelte sweet look
I’m curious do we all carry the same sordid boot
that one will kick our ass if our sanity we unhook
~
Perhaps we’ll always play to live out a non-sequitur,
an uncanny romantic sojourn towards finding home
we challenge the world around us that crazily roam
same streets, same words, same eyes, nomenclature.
~
The blood in our veins will eek the similar stain
when cut to size, we might, humility, ask remain.
~
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This is very profound! Excellent post.
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thank you Petra – after a day of teacher workshops! go figure lol
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How could tell that teacher workshops can give birth to such thoughts 🙂
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Meant to say ‘who’!
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I got it 🙂
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I figured you would, but I hate making mistakes!! Had to correct it somehow 🙂
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actually, I am usually the same way – with every piece I write, I have to go back two or three times after my initial post 🙂
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Unfortunately, you can’t edit comments:). When a teacher makes mistakes – poetic justice, some might say!
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Indeed
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