I must be the last isolationist
just about expired
in the promise of good things,
people optimistic
and the idea of enlightenment
making life sweeter
in one form or another.
When life teaches...
You're just lucky if
the wind is blowing at your back
and that's good enough
because,
so much of what we believe is bogus,
but at the time
we can't see it
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