When after the anxiety of learning dissipates,
our lives return to a normal,
we seem to forget all the pain, the turmoil,
that which led to a state of mind.
Perhaps we give farewell to what we knew,
sometimes even love,
we adjust, the human condition, that resilient
nature of why we are who we will become.
Already the thought of what is ahead of us
begins to intermingle with now,
we fill our vacuum with hopeful, positive notions,
we wish to rise above the storm again.
Seems remarkable sometimes when standing there
on the ledge of our conscious frame of mind,
seems a remarkable journey that never really ends,
just continues to fill the void of our time.
Would that we might answer the questions that arise
While lives go on, while hopes and dreams live wise.
This is life. Cool poem.
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thank you for reading 🙂
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My pleasure Thom
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