Everybody is
everything
every bird is
trying to sing
it's own song
no good
or bad no
wrong no right
some happy some sad
no bright light
but some might
and some fight
yet no damnation
life is a strife
an incarceration
a seedling
imprisoned in spring
caught by winter
scorned by the sun
never
everlasting
but jumping
from the ground
it has found
it's way
today.
Madrason 19102013
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