Many today are finding they can survive,
The adapting to applied adjustments.
With a living of their eyes opened wider,
To realize without trauma or surprise...
That the only thing anyone possesses,
Is acceptance!
To marinate in and not regret.
To then be able to confess,
There is a foolishness connected...
In the maintaining of a stubborn outlook,
That is not subjected to change.
Since from one's birth,
Until the experience of death comes...
Change is guaranteed to be done,
By everyone.
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