There are not that many lights,
Shining to stay bright these days.
Neither to be found strolling around,
Reflecting during the day and ecstatic.
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He growls.
She runs.
He chases.
She returns to pose.
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The primal faker,
Innovated what today goes on.
The primal faker,
Has created what today belongs.
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Senses intensed in scented laments,
Are often bittersweet...
When they arrive to come,
Unexpectedly from places...
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With a stepping ahead to face unknown plateaus.
Or what that doing reveals to show.
I have learned as I've been blessed to age,
To not stop on my tracks to look back...
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What destination is arrived,
When those on selfish 'trips' take them.
And who is it that they travel with,
Expected to accomodate their every emotion.
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If I have witnessed division and conflict,
As did my parents and theirs before them too...
It is a safe bet to place,
That the children of today...
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I seek with a doing to escape from explanations.
With a choosing not to confuse my understanding,
Of what I believe is to be meant but not mentioned.
Sometimes I find to ask questions for clarity,
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If I have given a response,
To not be accepted...
Should I make requests,
Of getting those responses...
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If I had demanded payment,
For my volunteered efforts made to make...
With a return of someone offering gratitude,
Less would be the critique...
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