Skills and practice form our expertise in life's
travails and distance us at times with undue reality.
Sating fulfilled desires, pending our equal opportunites
on trailheads of existence, we prevail and enter new
dimensions of acute access.
Literally standing on driveways of emotion, our paths
lead us on wild chases of plaintive vibrancy.
Reaching always for tones of regret, we musically fall
into deep abysses of spent youth and lie there motionless
lest we roll and dive into an uncertain eternity.
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