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.

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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

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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.

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The blood in our veins will eek the similar stain

when cut to size, we might, humility, ask remain.

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