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Phony

All particles and life are synonomous;
at least it’s what some people think;
the originator of that is anonymous;
“Can you please get me a drink?”

We live constantly in a festive season;
for we think this life’s all that we have;
much of us live life without

Perception

I’m discouraged; frightened;
I’m totally alone;
my sensitivity, heightened;
never feeling at home.

I’m constantly changing
who I am;
while the world’s rearranging
all that it can.

Everything outside,
all looks the same;
but truth wants to hide;
with no one to blame.

Yet nothing’s

Parameters

How wide a home is eternity?
How long will forever last?
What’s the size of life’s fraternity;
when does present morph into past?

How does today relate to tomorrow;
is time a sliding scale?
How does happiness change into sorrow;
and other like feelings unveil?

Will the sun

Pain

Today was a holiday; or so they say;
but it seems in no way different to me;
as empty hours are gliding away;
I’ve no longer the freedom to see.

What is it I’m doing; as landscapes go by;
searching for a purpose, remaining?
Devoid of sufficient tears,

Now

I look back on all of my past;
thinking what I’d rearrange;
nothing from history ever lasts;
and history, cannot be changed.

For all of the past has been frozen;
every part of it;  etched in stone;
constant anguish from choices, chosen;
and I can’t go change it

Not Like You

A daisy will never become a rose;
nor a honey bee change to a bird;
a builder most likely will not compose;
the sweetest song that we heard.

A grizzly bear won’t adopt a fish;
he will likely eat him, instead;
a wishing well won’t grant a wish;

A Surprise

Today, I took a taste of life;
my palate sensing it’s flavor;
even tho embracing strife;
each single experience, savor.

Awakened; emerging from my cocoon;
the death of nighttime, now gone;
this new day couldn’t come too soon;
for I was ready for life to go on.

Yesterday

Depth

What exactly is meant by depth;
is it some form of linear distance;
and what is the meaning of breadth;
is it width, at word’s insistence?

Words enable us to define reality;
but, sometimes they express lies;
words occasionally speak of finality;
yet, we all know nothing dies.

How

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