This is a world exists with little pieces of beauty.
Sometimes hard to find, but just waiting,
Least that’s the most recent words,
Tossed in the direction of change.
Reality pounds on the framework,
Difficult for any person waiting,
Especially when knocking on one’s door.
Year’s end and we seem to re aim
Our horizons again only wishing just once,
They’d hold the right direction for a time.
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I remember when she told me she didn’t care,
One person in her life, none more.
I listened to the words and only wondered,
Never really getting an answer, just moved
On and wished I’d never heard the mystery.
Only today it is just a reflection.
Once the sleepless nights take their hold,
All else seems to fail in insight,
The world glosses over enough to
Maintain resilience for the days ahead.
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Suppose it makes sense to be lost in a blur
Of necessary rules of life in chaos’ midst.
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