It's All Show. Poem by thomas skypembrook

It's All Show.

is anything cargo?
time is the essence
what am i to go?
nothing is there absent.
i'm just holding on
perhaps nothing matters
nothing wanton
just let it go
heart of the matter is me
i will not meander easily
have to face it the kicker,
once one is there it's all show.

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