It is a season
of madness,
of swirling controversies;
contradictions.
The “only way”
fights
for all they know
not wanting to let go
beliefs of old…………
their handed down
“one truth”
from questions
long ago
answered
by old warriors;
ancient mariners.
Stale grounded tradition,
a suffocation of life,
smothers
the spark of the soul.
I “must” fly.
I must explore my unknowns,
find answers
to questions
of my own,
else deny
the spirit
alive
in me
and
die.
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