Definite, defined and cemented in concrete,
Is not a good place to be...
When changes come to establish a new arrangement,
That is complete with a total upheaval...
Of beliefs and standards kept to address,
As not only being outdated...
But created by those intimately into self annointing myths.
Intrinsic!
And essential to validate symbolically,
An existence wished connected to wings.
Harps, orchestrations and golden slippers adorned,
By harmonic voices singing...
Amongst a background of white and fluffy clouds,
As they beam bright smiles exposing perfect teeth.
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