Practicing melodies in this mind and intellect,
keeping positive attitudes forever in clearings
of interior forests.
Often claiming facts just don't match up, but
not even trying as life picks itself up and
travels into another time and place.
There are still many possibilities to explore,
finding reminders along roads of life, some
people pick up on them.
Challenging themselves indepths of their beings,
wallowing in mud puddles, never looking around,
never trying to get out of them.
Preferring just to stay in a comfortable mode
that gives them excuses not to excel or do any-
thing for themselves in this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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