Reckoning Waves

Only the brief moments

staring us in the face

just short of resentments

a chance to self-efface

could allow our soul freedom

from the daily burden

that reality of our fiefdom

the place we value when …

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We have figured it out

all the answers generate

new ideals, walking about

we can now commiserate

upon reached ideals

new steps toward a bliss

we have recognized our zeals,

an attainable, sweet-like kiss.

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Yet, there is that other piece

when everyone around seems

impacted by a natural peace

interfering with quiet dreams

that welcome new horizons

those that create a stir

those that suggest opinions

force sharp ideals to defer.

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When is the right time to decide

as the world begins another day

such reckoning waves lie beside

hopes, notions that point away

to indecision and personal gain.

We are a sorry lot of humanity

caught in the paradigm of pain

slapping slowly at our sanity.