Living isn't easy,
If one's mind is being scarred.
And reminded how the times could be.
But far from where they actually are.
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Those with creative proclivities,
Doing what they love.
And feeling blessed to be so pleased.
Are always seeking new challenges.
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What is known has been admitted.
Investigated and confirmed.
Why is it there is no conviction,
Of those sitting in positions...
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How sweet the smell,
Of fresh vindication.
Releasing those,
From intended crimes...
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It is not easy,
To buckle in and hush up.
No.
It is not easy,
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The delivery of rotten fish.
And the smell of it described,
As a bouquet of roses that has arrived.
Depends upon the receiver,
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Perhaps a stepping aside,
From your 'hand-me-down' accusations.
Picked up and borrowed to pass along.
With a stopping that to do.
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If the investment was negatively deposited,
Why would anyone expect anything else to get.
Even a child told 'no',
Over and over again will not accept it.
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My fellow citizens.
We have come to the threshold,
Of letting go our precious delusions.
With it to realize,
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Running out of words.
Yet thoughts remain with feelings felt.
But words to share what is there,
Are nowhere around to be found.
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